I'm beginning to think dishwashers don't like me. I mean seriously, all the attention they get around here. I use mine at least one, sometimes twice a day.
Well, my 6 month old dishwasher decided it wanted to stop working right before everyone arrived for my New Year's Eve party. The party where Gary was making steaks and I decided you can't eat steak on paper plates so I'd use regular plates because I've got a dishwasher, so no big deal. Heh.
It wasn't so bad, washing them all by hand, but add a chest cold that set in right after everyone left and a water problem yesterday afternoon, well, the dishes are piling up. I took the time to lay down this morning, even though I hate doing that even when I'm sick because Steve doesn't get that luxury when he's sick. He just sucks it up and goes to work. And the kids hate to miss school, so they just deal with it. I do feel better for it, a little guilty, but better for it.
So now, I'm going to attempt to get that sink emptied before I have to run and pick up pictures for Yearbook this afternoon. That Yearbook is going to be the death of me. It's turning out to be a real mess. I'm going to call the former Yearbook lady to take a look and tell me what I need to do. The final copy has to be in by March 22. I just feel the time ticking away. I think about it all the time. Doesn't help we had some newbies that messed up some pages. And one girl did two pages completely upside down. They looked great otherwise. But we are going to have to fix them. I think I might bring it home and make Tori, Alex, Sophie help me this weekend. They are in Yearbook so it's not going to hurt them to help me out.
Time to wash my dishes and let them dry in my fancy drying rack.
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