I grew up in a house where we were expected to do chores. It wasn’t a choice. Well, ok, it was. If you wanted to eat that day, you would do the dishes the night before. If you wanted to watch T.V., you had to clean your room. If you wanted to ride your bike, you had to put it in the shed/garage or you would get grounded. Those were the choices I grew up with.
I am not complaining at all about them. I’m glad. If not for these choices, I would have never learned to put my stuff away or clean my room or clean the dishes by hand. I’m not talking about rising the dishes, that is something else entirely. I am talking about using soapy water to clean those kitchen utensils and cups and pots and pans. This is all so extremely useful now that I am married and I live in a tiny apartment with my husband where there is no dishwasher. Well, I guess I should say there is no machine dishwasher. I am the dishwasher in our apartment.
Now, I’m glad that I chose to wash those kitchen utensils by hand. I’m planning on giving my kids the same “choices”, as well.
When you have an appliance repair emergency, don’t wait to call a technician. I’ve made this mistake a time or two. Delaying the needed refrigerator repair and coming home one day to realize it is too late and the fridge is thoroughly dead. Then there are the times when the dishwasher starts randomly spewing water onto the kitchen floor when it isn’t even running. That’s an appliance repair calling for attention.
My all time favorite Cincinnati appliance repair was the case of the midnight laundry. It’s a normal evening, getting things done around the house, kicking back a little bit to watch the 9 or 10 o’clock news, when you suddenly remember you have to do the laundry in order to look presentable at work the next morning. No big deal, there’s an hour or two to put in a couple loads and be finished by midnight. Perfect excuse to kick back a little longer than normal.
Everything seems to be going smoothly. The first load goes like normal and it seems like a particularly pleasant and productive evening. That is, until you hear the water start to trickle onto the floor. Oops, once the news is turned down, it doesn’t sound like a trickle any longer. Rushing into the laundry room, a terrific sight is there to behold. There’s water on the floor and gushing out of the wall where the hoses connect to the water drainage line. Recognizing the need for the laundry and remembering the small leak that preceded this event, a rush for towels ensues to keep the water in check while the laundry finishes its lasts fifteen minutes. That’s a long fifteen minutes.