The Dishwasher!

Most days, our dishwashers runs 3 times a day. Usually more if there is a dirty sippy cup or random dish the kids dirtied. This sounds like a lot and my "oh so dry and in need of a manicure" hands look the part. That dishwasher is me! Our circa 1987 Potscrubber 640 is all but dead. It still turns on and sort of cleans, but it doesn't quite get the job done. Did I mention it leaks water under the sink in the rinse/drain cycle? So over the past 3 months, I have decided that our dishwasher is my drying rack. It works great and keeps the drying dishes concealed from the eyes view.

As long as I can remember, we always had a dishwasher growing up, but my dad would always have me hand wash the dishes. No Dad, I'm over the thoughts of you being a slave driver and that is the only reason you had kids. I appreciate my work ethic and your desire to train me up in a respectable fashion. Really, I'm over it. To this day, I'd rather hand wash.

But come this Thursday, the Potscrubber 640 will be going down the road kicking rocks. There's a new Sheriff in town, well not yet, but there will be Thursday. She is very pretty and sleek with hidden buttons. She does all kinds of fancy things...things that may require me to read a manual. *Ugh...Not so good* I feel like she needs a name.

So until Thursday I will be hand washing our dishes with a smile on face with thoughts of not so dry hands and the quite sounds of water gently pitter pattering away...inside of a dishwasher. It will be a bitter sweet day. The day that the Potscrubber 640 was hauled away.