I want a fucking dishwasher

29 Apr 2010 2 Comments

by drusillah in frustrations, rants Tags: dishwasher, frustrations, home, kitchen, kitchen disaster

And no, I don’t mean a dishwasher that fucks. That would be painful I think.

First of all, I want one because washing dishes by hand is a waste of time, energy, water, soap, and everything else you can imagine. Not to mention it makes the skin on your hands wrinkly.

We must save the environment!! Be greener and buy me a dishwasher now!!

Second of all … you can avoid the horrible stench of dirty water with many-days-old-food that contaminates the pots before you actually get around to washing them. When you finally rinse that water to put fresh in, ewww…..

Third, you can avoid accidents like I had now.

Shit…

I was washing the LAST fucking pot, finally my dish-washing hour would be happily over…. I reach up to stick it in with the others, in the cupboard where things are put to dry … (There is a gap underneath where the water drops as they dry). There wasn’t much space… I had the sponge in one hand, so I couldn’t control things well…. One small pot falls, I try to catch it, then the fucking big one falls, rolls to the side, on the pan with the nice garlic bread I had ready to eat, and all those fall to the ground. I just watched them fall as I yelled…. Does my subconscious think that the louder I yell the more probable it’ll be for the pots to stop falling?

Shit.

The big pot, the nicest one we had….. The whole side of it is indented And we had gotten a great deal on it…. Now … ? The lid will not fit any more, no more tossing pasta salads or mixing up anything else in there. No more cooking with the lid on.

M. will NOT be happy…. And I can understand…. It won’t be unjustified. Ruined, from my stupidity. Couldn’t I just close the water from running, put the sponge down, and THEN try to put it up?! Shit… Such a good pot lost.

Also my garlic bread It fell on the floor, so I doubt I can eat it now…. A whole baguette, lost? I don’t like to throw out food. :/ The floor isn’t clean. If I ate it, it would be like licking the floor! Gross. I don’t know even if it rolled at all… If not, then I could cut a thin part from the bottom to simply seat the rest.

On one hand, I want to cry because of this pot ruining.

On the other hand, I don’t want to be materialistic. Things I want to teach my children, I should learn myself first. So, I am trying to tell myself that it’s not such a big deal. Which creates a knot in my stomach because of containing the feelings.

*grumpy*

So much for breaking the procrastination and doing all the dishes.