My damn dishwasher is broken. Is it the end of the world? No. Is it enough to make this Mama super crabby? Sure is.
Brendan asked me for a yogurt smoothie today and all I could think was, "God, another dirty glass. Great. Damn this kid for needing hydration."
After hours on the phone discussing two very different interpretations of the Miele warranty policy (I lost), I finally have a service called scheduled for Thursday morning. If only no one needed to eat until then!
I'll be back when the kitchen is clean and I am in better spirits.