My husband called me about a week and a half ago to tell me that he was purchasing a dishwasher. I couldn’t summon the energy to be over the moon about it at the time, I was too tired. Our last one had died about 9 months before and I had been the dish washer since then. Long story short, after trying to install it myself, after him spending several hours tinkering, after my father puzzling over it, we finally called the store back, who sent a fix-it man, who, well, fixed it (trust us to buy a new machine with a fault lol).
Friday, a little over a week after purchase, the dishwasher worked. It didn’t just wash our dishes though, it changed our whole lives.
Prior to this, there were always dishes on the bench. Always. Clean, or dirty, a bit of both. Stacked to one side or the other, the dish rack held court over the entire kitchen.
Suddenly, with the dishes out of sight and the dish rack dethroned, a sense of general tidiness began to take over. It extended out of the kitchen and through the rest of the house. Soon, the back porch (which is right by the kitchen) was freed from the shackles of junk, and the sideboard had been uncluttered, which somehow resulted in the open pantry looking tidier than it normally does – not because it had been tidied, but simply because everything else looked cleaner.
Then the kids bedrooms began to morph. Things were removed, and pared down and rooms opened up with new potential, giving off the appearance of more space. The house is nicer to be in and all those ‘good intentions’ of doing things like washing the pots after dinner, or getting discarded clothes from the bedrooms to the laundry, became easier.
Everything is different now. All because we got a new dishwasher.
As a side note, I’d like to say that we didn’t live in filth before hand 😉 but for some reason everything seems easier now that I don’t have to wash the dishes! Who knew that one small change, one less task around the house, could create such a massive difference in the whole vibe of the place?
I’m in heaven.