It sits there in my kitchen. Generally not full enough to run, but full enough that I should consider running it. I’ve used one consistently for the last six years and it’s the first time that I’ve really thought about it.Â I never really used the dishwasher until I got this place.
I had used them before, but not as the primary method of getting my dishes clean.Â In fact, other than the nonstick pots and pans I use, it’s the primary method.
I never used them at home, possibly because my parents had the dishwasher dilemma.Â The dishwasher at home was a glorified dish rack.Â I remember its one knob, broken from heartbreak or being ignored.Â I remember washing dishes when I was younger and in high school and hating it.Â I hated the feeling of the rubber gloves so my hands were always in poor shape by the time dishes were done.Â When I got to college of course, I had to do my own dishes in the lounge, but it was one dish and pot at a timeâ€”not overwhelming at all.Â Now I have my own place and I and I only do the bare minimum in terms of dishwashing.
I’m trying to decide how the dishwasher took some time to warm up to, while I embraced the roomba wholeheartedly.Â It was a very easy habit to pick up.Â Putting dirty dishes in the dishwasher and running it.Â I usually start it when I leave, and when I get back home from work there are clean dishes.Â My usage pattern is about two loads a week, and I only have place settings for four, so that makes sense with a seven day week.Â More if I entertain, but that hasn’t happened in a while.
I look at the one in my kitchen right now, and I worry about it giving up the ghost at the most inconvenient time.Â I’d hate to have to start washing dishes again.