Saturday, April 16, 2011

Rant

Our day started this morning at 6:30 at the ball park.  I wish I could get a hold of the person who scheduled the softball games for today.  One at 8 a.m.  The next at 3:30 p.m.  Luckily, we live about 15 minutes away, so we can come home for the few hours in between games.

I decided to put the time to good use and immediately got home, made a cup of coffee and sank into a soft, comfy chair on the back porch, propping my feet up and enjoying the sun.  After half an hour of kabitzing with Joe and Luke, I decided I'd better do something constructive, so I unloaded the dishwasher.

I hate my dishwasher.  I hate that I have to inspect every glass and put half of them in the sink to be washed by hand.  I hate that the silverware tray is on the door which means it lies flat to load it and I have to throw the knives and forks in sideways.  I hate that the utensils never look clean.  Truth be told, I don't like dishwashers and for years washed all of our dishes by hand.  Now, as busy as our family is, it is such a convenience and I can't imagine what the kitchen sink would look like without a place to 'store' dirty dishes.

But, this morning I contemplated pulling the whole thing out and leaving it on the curb for the garbage man.  And using the empty space for recycling. Or a place to put the dog bowls.  Or a place to hide from burglers.  Of course, I could just duct tape the door closed and throw out all of our dishes, replacing them with paper plates.  Or. . . I could bite the bullet and go buy a new one, hoping the washing machine doesn't catch wind of it and decide to lay down and die.  Right now, the washer is in the throes of what sounds like a near death experience and I just know it's contemplating how to make a dramatic exit from this world.

What to do, what to do.  I couldn't decide, so instead I sat down to write a blog post, to get my  mind off of it.  And it's been so long since I've written a post, I wanted to come up with something profound, witty and pertinent to this stage of my life.  But this is all I've got.  Yet another post about my 'exciting life' and a sinkful of dirty glasses>:(

8 comments:

Mereknits said...

Karen, you do crack me up! I love this post. It is honest and real and I love it. I think my dryer is slowly leaving this world. All of the sudden it is taking twice as long to get my clothes dry. And as I have swimmers there is always a ton of towels to do. Life isn't always exciting, sometimes a dish washer or dryer can just push you over the edge can't it?
Have a great softball game,
Meredith

Becky said...

Oh my goodness this is me. Truly. Not the washer so much, although it is a stackable washer/dryer set in our tiny apartment and I am fixin' to take my queen sized bed quilt to my Sis in law's to wash in her heavy duty washer, but the dishwasher. Hate it. Hat that the silverware container is so darn small that the dishwasher is only half full when the silverware container is bursting forth. Hate that my glasses do no even fit in the area that is intended for them. Hate that it sits in a corner of the kitchen, so skewed that I cannot reach to the back right corner to pick up the gunk of "stuff" that accumulates there.

Rant over.

I feel better. Hope you do too. OH, and GUESS WHAT? We have no sun here. WE HAVE TERRIBLE BLOWING WINDY SNOW right now. Ha! The daffodils are so ticked off.

Mari said...

Gotta love those Little league schedules!
Our dishwasher has the silverware in the door and I love it. At least mine cleans well. :)
FYI - I thought this was pretty witty!

Bee Jay said...

Your 'rave' really encourages me - we really need to 'tell it like it is' occasionally don't we? Hope you've had a relaxing weekend regardless! Blessings!

Susanne said...

Oh you crack me up. Not your frustration but the way you write when you are frustrated. The funny comes out in you. That dishwasher sounds familiar. We finally got a new one and it cleans great but I curse that thing all the time because the racks are the pits. The pegs are not tall enough to hold the dishes properly and they're constantly crashing and falling over. I've broken more glasses in that thing and I can't fit near the amount I could into my old kenmore. I always tease hubby that a man designed the darn thing.

Here's hoping you find a way to get a new dishwasher and washer.

Tiffany said...

Ha! I love the thought that the washer is plotting a dramatic exit. Sounds like an appliance at our house!

We just entered the baseball zone again at our house - complete with new pants & cleats. Sigh. Much more laundry now.

Rizzi said...

HI KAREN,
YOU SOUND LIKE JACKIE, SHE WASHES DISHES BY HAND JUST ABOUT EVERY NIGHT. THERE ARE TIMES SHE DOES FILL THE DISH WASHER, UTENSILS ON THE DOOR, THEY ALWAYS HAVE STAINS AND DRIED FOOD, DRIVES HER CRAZY. THE DISHES COME CLEAN MOST OF THE TIME, BUT THE FORKS AND ETC...ARE NOT ALWAYS.....CLEAN ENOUGH.......YOUR MOM FELT THE SAME WAY. SHE WAS READY TO THROW HERS OUT TOO.
MAYBE THE ONES THEY MAKE NOW A DAYS LIKE A KITCHEN AIDE MIGHT DO A BETTER JOB, BUT YOUR GOING TO PAY HIGH FOR IT. (CAN'T WIN) TAKE CARE, LOVE YA, AUNT RIZ

Mereknits said...

Happy Birthday tomorrow Karen, a little bird informed us it is your day!!!! How fun for it to pop up on Easter. Wishing you every thing good..
Meredith