Our new house sports a dishwasher, a “convenience” Leah and I never knew at our old house. After living with it for a couple months, I’m not impressed. The problem seems to be finding that perfect schedule that will result in everything I need at any given moment being clean and ready to use. So far, that schedule eludes me.
I’m starting to think that the only solution is to run the dishwasher every night as we go to bed. Well, one of the only solutions. I could go back to washing everything by hand, which frankly I find therapeutic sometimes. Maybe I just need to give it more time.
In other news, Ava’s back to big girl underpants the last couple nights, with no issues. Actually, we did have an issue this morning. I told Ava she could watch two episodes of Caillou while I made her breakfast, and I was just finishing cutting up her waffle when she walked in and said she’d had an accident. Sure enough, there was a wet spot on the new couch. I tried to assure her that it was OK, and that accidents happen, and I apologized for not getting her to the bathroom sooner (WTF was I thinking?). I stripped the covers off the cushions and was relieved to find that nothing had soaked into the pads. I scrubbed the covers with some soap and water and set them to dry downstairs in the laundry room. It seems like we should be able to toss these covers into the washing machine, but there are no washing instructions on them. A call to Slumberland should clarify the matter. Stupid microfiber.