I go to run the dishwasher. Its a portable one, because the
bajillion year old house we live in doesn't have a normal one. Doesn't have room for one, probably couldn't even support one, and there would probably be something wrong with it
anyway. So I go to plug it in, drop the plug
in a cup of water. Get so distracted
wondering if I've dried it off enough or if I’m going to be electrocuted upon
plugging it in, that I forget to hook up the water hose, and go about my
way. No big deal you say? Oh no, it is a big deal, not only will it run
without water, but it will drain without being hooked up... all over the floor…
with the water that’s been sitting in the hoses from the last load of dishes. Ugh.
This is my life.
We are in the midst of moving.
I’m hoping being on a single level house, although smaller, but better
laid out, will improve my life so greatly, I will not only blog when my
children hit important milestones in their life, but I will blog regularly,
like I used to. It was therapeutic. I need therapy. I will be back. Soon!
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