Dishpan hands

Oh, Madge, I sure could use you and your Palmolive right about now.

Our dishwasher is dead. Again. I’m convinced we have a lemon, but I’m not sure there are lemon laws regarding dishwashers.

We had this same model of dishwasher at our old house, and it was a workhorse. Never gave us trouble. But this one? We’re considering inviting the repair guy to Thanksgiving because we see so much of him.

He will be returning in a few days with the four thousand parts it will require to fix it (thankfully, under warranty), but until then, we’re washing everything by hand.

I am now convinced that there should be a state-sponsored program that when you have your third child, they just issue you a dishwasher, because clearly no family of five can survive without one. I feel like I’ve been washing dishes non-stop since it broke and my hands are raw and cracking. Seriously. No exaggeration.

My hat goes off to my parents and large families who live(d) day to day without this modern marvel.