I spent this weekend waiting for tradies. It was in stark contrast to last weekend.. When I spent my time in vagina fabulousness, but that is ok... You see we had a series of small miracles over the weekend.
I tend to get unnaturally excited about small miracles these days.
Here are some of the things I became all flustered with happy about, this weekend;
The return of running water to my kitchen.
My dishwasher working.
The sound of my dishwasher working.
I will never tire of these things, although I am realistic about how long the shine will last on the following.
Stacking the dishwasher,
Unstacking the dishwasher.
These things still put a bit of a spring in my step, although I do know that before long I will be whining about them, and trying to delegate them to members of my family with ample dexterity for the job.
But for now, they still fill me with joy.
I even washed things in my dishwasher that didn't actually need washing... I just wanted to fill the load to hear her marvelous song.
I feel as though I have been reunited with a long lost family member. A helpful family member.....
Oh Jeeves!! how I have missed you! I have missed your help!! I am truly useless without you...
Your distance left a hole in my spirit, a hole that slowly grew, every time I had to carry a bucket to the bathroom....And now you are back!!!
YOU ARE BACK!!!
I have planned a small parade in your honour.
(The Teen declined to be involved.. So he will be first on the list when I tire of unstacking)
Is there an appliance you just cannot be without?