Sounds ridiculous, I know, but I am thankful that our dishwasher is broken. I have rediscovered the joy of washing dishes by hand. It reminds me of when Norm and I were first married, and I am loving that the big kids aren't holding it over the little kids' heads all the time: "When I was your age, we were doing dishes BY HAND!" Now the little kids are learning to do dishes by hand too. There is just something so satisfying about a sink full of sudsy water, and of course the singing that goes along with the washing is something I will surely miss when the kids are all grown up.
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