The dishwasher

The thing I hate most about dishes, is there is never an end to the madness. You get everything cleaned up and put away, then suddenly, it's another meal time. It's madness.

One thing I've taken for granted in my adult years was having a dishwasher. How easy it was to just load it up, put in some soap, push a button and come back later to clean dishes. I had one in my apartment, the house we rented in Lincoln, and our house in Alabama. Never once did I think, "Oh I'm so lucky to have a dishwasher." The house we currently live in has a dishwasher, too. Her name is Gail.

We've lived here approximately 250 days. On average, I wash at least 1-2 sinks full of dishes a day which amounts to doing the dishes 250-500 times since we've lived here. Oh these poor, poor, dishwater hands.

Ok, I don't actually feel that terrible for myself. There are far worse things to live without than a dishwasher, like DVR ... now that would be tragic. :)