This time however - it was beyond his fixing abilities. Sometimes it was filling, sometimes it wasn't. There was no rhyme or reason to it. We pulled the whole thing out thinking that perhaps the hose was kinked, but nothing worked. I gave up and have been doing dishes by hand for the last week or two.
Yeah, you read that right, I have been doing my dishes by hand!!!
I know that there are people out there who don't have dishwashers and my complaints, to them, are likely whiny. I did dishes by hand for far too long. I hated it. So, when we moved to our house and it had a dishwasher, I was in Lazy Hethr Heaven! (too bad it also didn't come with maid service....ahhhh... that would be so sweet!)
Anyhow - back to me and my whining. I've now been doing dishes by hand for a few weeks. With the daycare kids here, that means that I usually do about 4 or 5 loads of dishes a day. I. Hate. This.
So when I woke up this morning and saw the big red circle around today's date on the calendar, I did a little squeal of glee - today is the day that the dishwasher repair man was coming!! The kids and I spent the morning coloring and baking and waiting for the moment the door bell would ring.
Finally - around lunch time, the van pulls up - the kids swarm him and the poor man is bombarded with questions:
- What's your name?
- What's in the bag?
- Why do you have a band-aid?
- You're not allowed to wear shoes in Hedr's house, you gonna take them off?
- Why do you have an orange screw driver?
- Can I see your screwdriver?
- Oooh - he has a flash light! Can I play with your flashlight?
It went on for quite some time. Eventually I was able to feed them, wash them up and put them to bed -- meanwhile, Mr. Repair Man is tinkering around. At this point, he's taken apart the entire machine - front cover is off, bottom piece is off, racks and screws and bits are all over the place.... and he's on the phone. I hear him say "I've tried everything, I just don't know what's wrong with it."
Uh...so not the words I wanted to hear, hun!
A few (5) phone calls later, he's figured out the issue, and has to order a new part (water intake valve and also a new mother board 'just in case') and he leaves.
I still have no working dishwasher - I have to wait for the part to arrive and for a new service call to be booked.
Hethr's not happy.