When I was five years old, I washed the supper dishes for the very first time....I was so excited that I couldn't wait to do it the next time! That started many years of my sister and I doing dishes together....sometimes we had fun, sometimes we bickered....she could always sit on the counter top and dry at the same time, I never could ....sounds hokey but sometimes we even sang our way through getting the job done. Fast forward fifty some odd years later and I hear my kids doing dishes....by hand.......our dishwasher died! I went to put it on one evening and it made a terrible noise, so I quickly shut it off....the next day, hubby says 'try another cycle'...so dutiful wife,..does.
It wouldn't even fill up with water this time and when I opened the door a smoke like wafting came out!.....Help!
So, it was quite interesting when I told my kids that they were actually going to have to dishes ...by hand....
I was sitting in the living room, desperately trying to get this quilt done by the weekend and listening.....listening to silence.....I think they were in shock...I was finding it kind of amusing...and then....
'there's something on that', 'do it again'...'no, there isn't, I washed it'....'well, do it again',.........Mom!.......'Ben, do it again, it isn't clean'..........grumble, grumble, grumble........
Memories,.....I could remember two girls, years ago....making the same comments......I must admit I smiled to myself...the good old days.....
Maybe it's a good thing that it'll probably be a week before we can possibly get a new dishwasher installed.....maybe it's time for some different memories to be made!
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Just wanted to pop over and say thanks for the sweet comments. And thanks for caring about the forgotten children. If we all work together with our churches, we can help foster children find the family (in Christ) that they've never known.
Mary
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