You know what? I know a lot of kind, generous people. I was previously aware of this, but this whole having a baby thing has really brought it home in a new way. The handmade gifts! The thoughtful gestures! They are overwhelming. I'm pretty lucky.
Another way that I'm lucky? My husband has bought me the most beautiful, romantic gift that anyone has ever received: a dishwasher. Seriously, I am so happy about it I could just cry (and I might, depending on current hormone levels). In the past fifteen years, I've only had a dishwasher in my home for one glorious 10-month period, and at this point I'm pretty sick of doing the dishes. I'd rather dust, clean the toilet--just about any other chore is preferable.* Plus you can just throw baby bottles right in there. And probably babies. Those machines can do anything, right? Modern technology is wonderful.
*Except scooping the kitty litter. But that's the one big bonus of pregnancy: no scooping.
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I might have to come over and lick your dishwasher periodically until we get ours. Be warned.
Be my guest! We actually won't have it installed for at least another couple of weeks, but when it arrives I plan to devote myself to nearly full-time worship.
Our dishwasher was broken for about two weeks and I have to say, it is! my favorite appliance :*)
When we got our dishwasher, we opened a bottle of wine and sat and watched it for over an hour while it washed its first load. I don't think I shed actual tears, but I remember my eyes were misty. Months later, I can attest to the fact that it really does change your life. I may unwittingly take other creature comforts for granted (electricity, fire, etc.), but the dishwasher? Never.
Post-baby, the thought of a home without a dishwasher (you know, the way I had lived the previous 16 years!) seemed unimaginable. What an awesome, perfect gift.
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