Today is one of those “Getting Tons of Things Done But You Don’t Really Feel Like You’re Getting Anything Done” days. It’s a really good feeling (sometimes, once a week TOPS!) to be accomplishing, accomplishing, accomplishing. Scurrying hither and thither, cleaning up messes as they are made, baking cookies in between times, filing paperwork, balancing the checkbook ledger, cleaning the dishwasher.
Oh wait. That last one just stinks. literally and figuratively I might add. Cleaning things that clean things is dumb. It seems totally counterintuitive to me. Am I crazy for feeling that way?
Let me be clear: there is NO connection whatsoever with my extremely clean, somewhat uptight, totally Type A personality and the need to clean this dishwasher. BELIEVE ME. I have been ignoring the issue for
The blasted machine does a pretty terrible job of cleaning my dishes, but it’s decent enough to use. So we use it. In fact, Kevin has taught me to really use the dishwasher. I was the clean-before-putting-in-the-dishwasher type of person. Pointless, I tell you. Also, he’s taught me a little detergent goes a long way. Good to know.
All that to say, the darn dishwasher was so grotesquely discolored (with what could only be mold and mildew) I could ignore it no longer.
So I strapped on some gloves, grabbed a scouring pad, Clorox scouring powder, and straight up bleach and went to work. The scouring did not work. I was irritated. Bring it on, you blasted grime! I poured 100% bleach into the detergent compartments and let it run it full cleaning cycle.
I have never seen such a beautiful sight
in all my life in the last hour!
Now, just don’t let it happen again, Dishwasher.
Does anyone else hate cleaning things that are supposed to clean things????????
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