A pleasant (or unpleasant depending on your perspective) side effect of my layoff is an intense need to be productive. My husband has been swept up by my productivity tidal wave and has good naturedly cooperated, thus far. This morning, I started by biking to the grocery store and then engaged in a variety of organizing. My husband started some laundry and emptied/filed the dishwasher.
Basking in our productivity, I began reading a book and he began doing whatever mysterious things he does on his uber-computer. We’d been basking for a few minutes when Auri (cat #2) came hopping into the living room and started yelling at us. She’s fairly vocal so while we asked her what was up, I don’t think either of us actually thought something really was. She relented and headed back toward the kitchen with Oscar (cat #1) trailing behind her. We continued to bask.
Still heady from my sense of accomplishment, I asked Matt to get me some water. He walked into the kitchen and was met by a very special surprise.
The dishwasher decided to expand its bubbly horizons onto our kitchen floor (much like in this picture). While the image isn’t our dishwasher, based on the number of images I found when searching for overflowing dishwashers, we aren’t alone.
So, in addition to my other accomplishments, I’ve mopped the kitchen floor using a towel and my feet. When we moved, we decided to get rid of the mop and use a Swiffer. I’m now questioning that decision.
We have no clue why exactly the dishwasher decided today was the day to express its displeasure on behalf of forced mechanical household labor, but maintenance will be here later to tell us. I’m just hoping the washing machine doesn’t join the cause.
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