Overall, I feel like we're pretty "green" people. We recycle. We use rechargeable batteries. We use biodegradable trash bags. In the summer, we make a vain attempt to compost.
But I have a confession.
My dishwasher. I adore it. And I run it at least once, if not twice, a day. And it's not always full. It's a magic little marvel, especially after having children. Sippy cups, with all their thousands of parts, pacifiers, toys that have been found in questionable places—all resolved with the push of a button.
Phew. That feels better now that I have that out in the open.
(Please no comments about the fingerprints all over my dishwasher.)
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Funny, about two years ago it occurred to me that I had the power to run the dishwasher when it suited me, and not just when it was jam packed (usually when I knew timing would make it a hassle to unload it when done).
Thanks for clearing the way for the rest of us confess.
Funny, about two years ago it occurred to me that I had the power to run the dishwasher when it suited me, and not just when it was jam packed (usually when I knew timing would make it a hassle to unload it when done).
Thanks for clearing the way for the rest of us confess.