Our first apartment didn't have a dishwasher. I didn't use the dishwashers in the apartments before that, since I never dirtied enough dishes at one time. And I grew up in Europe, where no one (at least then) had dishwashers in their weird little out-of-an-Ikea-box kitchens. In other words, I know how to wash a dish, and it's hardly my least favorite chore. No dishwasher, no problem.
Of course, this is my first dishwasher-less experience as the mother of two small children and HOLY HECK, Internet, not having a dishwasher is THE WORST.
It broke Friday morning. "La la la!" I sang to myself. "I am going to the Blathering! Phillip's problem! Phillip's problem!" But as far as I can tell, Phillip went above and beyond what was necessary to avoid washing a dish (hello refrigerator full of ancient leftovers!) and only got around to calling a repairman TODAY. And the repairman is not coming until NEXT WEEK.
Next week is suddenly feeling like next YEAR. I thought constant bottle washing was bad, but now I have sippy cups/toddler utensils/frillion little snack bowls/breakfast, lunch and dinner prep, and that's before I even get to MY dishes. I felt like I was constantly loading and unloading the dishwasher, but I can now confirm that task requires less than half the time needed to hand wash every little spoon. My hands are destroyed, my back hurts and all this dishwashing is seriously cutting into my internet time.
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS, ANYONE?
Oh, but I have MORE. I found the absolute most perfect office furniture (filing cabinet, wall shelf, small set of drawers) on Craigslist. The exact same color and style as Phillip's desk, almost new and about 90% off the original price. But I was too late. The furniture is gone. I'm now back to deciding between our old ugly stuff or shelling out the cash for exactly what I could have bought on Craigslist if I'd only been a day or two earlier. WAH.
IN ADDITION. I am having company for lunch and it just occurred to me that they might still be here when the cleaning service lady comes to check out my house and give me an estimate. Gak. There are about twenty-five embarrassing things going on in that one sentence, and that's before I tell you that I'm pretty sure I ruined what I'm serving for lunch. DOUBLE GAK.
AAAAND. I am in a ROTTEN mood due to the fact that Phillip has been messing around with TiFaux and suddenly we only have ONE tuner which means I can only record ONE show at a TIME. I hope I don't have to tell you that that is UNACCEPTABLE. Phillip keeps talking about acquiring another little box and dual tuners and I am all, "Didn't we HAVE dual tuners LAST WEEK?" and he is all, "Why don't you ever pay attention to me, woman? We are in the process of an UPGRADE" and I am all, "All 'upgrade' means to me is NOTHING WORKS" and... you're probably done with this little dialogue, aren't you. Sorry. All that to say: I haven't seen Grey's Anatomy OR The Office. WEEP.
I can't believe I'm about to publish this sorry excuse for a post, but I'm TIRED and it's getting LATE and my kids are STILL making noise and I have to watch the end of The Biggest Loser so I can find out if everyone hauls out their shotguns and puts Tracey back in the hospital where everyone liked her best.