The Six Stages of Dishwasher Withdrawal
Last week my dishwasher broke. Well, I guess it has been kind of limping along for a while and it finally collapsed.
Every once in a while for the past few weeks when I turned it on it made a lot of noise like it was running and then after a few minutes it would chirp merrily to tell me the dishes were clean.
It is kind of like when my kids run the water in the bathroom and say they have brushed their teeth, but never even put the brush in their mouths.
Finally it refused to kick into a cycle no matter how many times I turned it on. We have to replace it and the new one won’t be here until next week.
To some people this might seem like a small thing, but for me, I consider the dishwasher and the washing machine essential pieces of equipment that keep me happy.
I have a sister that doesn’t even use her dishwasher. We were over there the other day and Spouse asked if he could load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. She said no, she had never even used the thing. If we hadn’t both inherited the same nose from Great Grandma Edna, I would swear that we aren’t genetically related.
I guess her week would have been fine, but for me it’s been a rough week. I think I have finally passed through all 6 stages of dishwasher withdrawal.
Disbelief. This first stage of withdrawal resulted in me turning the dishwasher on and off repeatedly, hoping it would magically turn on.
Blame Spouse. Spouse is always blamed when something breaks in the house. Even though I knew the dishwasher was on the fritz and I knew I should call someone to look at it, I blamed Spouse. Luckily, Spouse doesn’t take this personally anymore.
Ignore the problem. I admit, this is 2-year-old behavior. If Number 5 doesn’t want to talk to someone, he stares in the other direction and pretends they are not there (If I don’t respond, it will go away). I tried this with the dishwasher hoping it and the load of dirty dishes would disappear, but they didn’t.
Anger. Usually the recipient of this stage is Spouse, but he was at work. Dishwasher repairman had to bear the brunt when he told me it would be a week until we could get a new one.
Regression. This was the toughest stage for Spouse. I completely regressed back to graduate school days. In those days he made dinner and I did the dishes. Our apartment didn’t have a dishwasher and I firmly believed in the soak method of doing dishes. I guess
sometimes often I would get carried away and the dishes would “soak” for a couple of days. For some reason Spouse didn’t like this. He didn’t like it again this week.
Acceptance. The last stage of dishwasher withdrawal. This is when I said to heck with the environment and went out and bought lots of paper goods.
I have now passed through all 6 stages and am calmly waiting for my new dishwasher (but it better be delivered on time).
If you need a sponsor, I am willing to help you through the stages too. Just let me know.