Monday Morning Musings - Boringness, Tents, Dreams And A Really Long Story About A Dishwasher. And It's Not Even Monday Anymore.

I feel totally boring as of late. Totally. Bor. Ing. Totally. I don't know if it is because it is winter and we aren't out doing as much as we usually do. I don't know if it is because I was always boring and just never really realized it. But I do know this. I'm gettin' real sick and tired of it. I am about ready to kick old man winter to the curb. I would rather blame him than myself for my boringness.

Last week I was so tired and I was not feeling well. After dinner I went to lie down on my bed. Addy came in and fixed me all up. She went all over the house collecting pillows to encircle me with. She made me a "tent" out of the pillows, they were all piled up all over me. Then she covered me up with a blanket and brought her stuffed dog Buster into me. When I was all snug as a bug in a rug, she sat down next to me and sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It was so cute.

I have been getting ripped off in the dream department lately. I have these long detailed dreams about cleaning toilets or sorting laundry. They are the kind of dreams where you feel like you are really doing the action and it takes pretty much all night. I wake up the next morning exhausted and feeling like I worked all night with nothing to show for it. There is nothing worse than dreaming, in detail, that you cleaned all the toilets in your house and really feeling like you did, and then waking up the next morning and having to do it all over again.

I have the worst luck with dishwashers. I really do. I don't know, maybe I am too hard on them. Like somedays, if I am busy, I won't do any dishes at all. Then the next day I will have to
run the dishwasher 3x's back to back. (It's against my religion to wash anything by hand). Anyway, you would think:

Brand New House=Brand New Dishwasher=No Dishwasher Malfunctions

And in so doing, you would be completely wrong. The other day, I noticed a little puddle of water next to the dishwasher. You don't even know what that means to me. In my last house, we bought a brand spankin' new Kitchenaid dishwasher and after less than a year, it started leaking water every time it ran. And we fixed it, and it started doing it again. And again. So I saw this puddle of water and I went into total denial. Mmm, mmm! Ain't no leak! Someone must have opened the door and some water sprayed out! Or, or, mmm, hmm, someone dropped some ice and it melted there! Ohhhh, maybe Addy peed on the floor! 'Cause ain't no new dishwasher of mine leakin'! Shoot.

I mean, how many times can you tell yourself these things before you finally have to face reality? For me, it was about four. Four, and the dishwasher stopping in the middle of a cycle, dinging and flashing an error message. Yep. After that, you pretty much can't deny that you have a problem anymore.

I had to call a repair man out yesterday. This is the sad thing. Sunday was one of those non-dish washing days. I filled up the dishwasher and still had a sink full of dishes waiting their turn. So while waiting for the repair man and thinking, "What if he has to order a part and can't fix it today? Hmmm, wonder how long that cycle ran before it stopped working? Maybe I could just rinse the dishes off to remove any soap that might be on them? I mean, they are probably cleaner now than they would be if I had to wash them by hand..."

Thankfully Mr. Dishwasher man came and found a piece of food stuck in one of the valves, which was causing the leakage. And he cleared the error message and the dishwasher started working again. Whew! I didn't have to sacrifice any personal beliefs! That was a close one. Well, I better go now. The dishwasher just finished and I have another load (or two) waiting in the sink....