April 30, 2010

Freaky Friday

Since I'm a SAHM mom of multiple young monkeys, I don't get out in the wide world much. After all, it's kind of embarrassing when the monkeys start climbing the diaper boxes at Walmart while yelling they discovered a tower, or grab a bra from the ladies section and run around shouting that they found a hat.  So most of my writing is limited to my immediate surroundings with the occasional store trip where we make cart trains.

I was contemplating what life-altering experience to write about today.
  • The plate Joseph shattered into a thousand pieces yesterday?
  • The indoor swimming pool Jacob created by turning on the faucet in the bathroom while using his hand to create a sprinkler that soaked all four walls? 
  • The four sobbing, screaming children we yelled a family prayer over last night before bed?
  • The maple syrup the boys got into while I was in the shower? Leaving a trail of sticky destruction from the pool on the counter that dripped down the side of the counter and all over the floor?
Never ceases to amaze me how innocent they manage to look sometimes. 

But this blog talks about important stuff like that all the time!

Seriously, if you've never read THIS, you're missing out on a life-changing experience. Trust me.

But today, it's all about something I have a love/hate relationship with.

My dishwasher. I can sense the excitement rippling through the crowd.

Well, it's a piece of junk. It really, is. It doesn't clean very well, even after I pre-scrub the dishes, and they are ALWAYS dripping wet, much like the bathroom walls around here, even though it's always on "heated dry".

That being said, I still lovingly pet it, whisper sweet nothings to it because I would rather have a bad dishwasher than none at all. Been there, done that for many years with multiple children.

ANYWAY, a few weeks ago, my husband loaded a few dishes into the dishwasher. This in and of itself is blog-worthy since it is such a rare occurrence. But the next day, it was time to fill it up.

As I opened the door, I was mortified at what I beheld! Dishes were just randomly thrown into it like it was of no importance where they landed! Oh, the HORROR of it all! I immediately set about righting this great wrong.

Then I stopped, stared, and burst out laughing. Seriously?

Every dish has to be organized by color and size or I go crazy! I even manage to catch myself re-arranging the dirty dishes just so they can be perfectly organized.

My life would be a big fat mess unless I organized my dishwasher. Wait....

Well, at least it makes it easy to put dishes away!

What freaky thing do you find yourself doing! Come, share! We won't laugh! 

Okay, maybe just a little....

28 super cool people speak:

Jessi said...

I love this post!! That picture of your son is precious. As are the stories of the antics he created.

And now that I've seen your dishwasher I may have to start organizing my dishwasher like that. It's a work of art! :)

Braden said...

I am laughing and laughing at this sentence: "The four sobbing, screaming children we yelled a family prayer over last night before bed?" We have been there so many times.

WV: Saxiest: an adjective used by band nerds to describe the coolest instrumentalists.

Jocelyn Christensen said...

Oh goodness...just be glad you don't live with me...my husband is nuts about the dishwasher, I on the other hand, could not care less...the other day, I found a half of a cinnamon roll in the bottom of ours...not my doing, I assure you, but wow!

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Jessi: If you do, be sure to chow it off! I'd love to see.

Braden: I seriously burst out laughing at your definition of the WV. The. Best. Ever.

Jocelyn: That's about the coolest thing I've read all week!

Living the Scream said...

You would HATE how I load my dishwasher lol I am really bad at it. Yours reminds me of a martha stewart episode where she actually exsplained how to load it correctly!

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Whoa! Seriously? Gosh, maybe I should be giving ole' Martha some lessons! ;D

Kristina P. said...

That is hilarious. And man, you take your dishwashing seriously!

Cheeseboy said...

First - that is hilarious. You really go through all that trouble.

My wife gets mad if I just throw the dishes in too, but she has been cool about it lately. She is just happy they actually make it to the dishwasher.

Garden of Egan said...

OK, I wait anxiously in blogland everyday to see what the Serene family has come up with.
Maple syrup today. Awesome!

There is medication for you so that you can relax about the color scheme of the dishwasher. Seriously.
Mine is the fridge.
The house can be in total chaos.
Have to clean it for company in 10 minutes....ya know, a General Authority or something important like that....I'd clean the fridge first.
Forget the dishwasher, the maple syrup or the filthy bathrooms. Nope, my OCD is the fridge.

Have a great weekend!

special k said...

so I was going to just post a comment, but I decided a blog post was in order to compare. ;)
haha. this made me laugh.

Scrappy Girl said...

I am the exact same way about my dishwasher...lol. You make me feel more normal with every post I read.

Stacy said...

Yup. Whatever you do, don't venture out. It's a bad idea.

Once, I was taking my two girls and the baby school shopping. We were at Old Navy, and the girls were running around like heathens. I turned my back for a second, and heard my middle daughter yell, "Abby, I'm touching his weanie!" She had pulled down the mannequin's pants to see if it was anatomically correct. It is, in case you're wondering. And that was the end of the back to school shopping.

I've been scarred for life since then. I do everything I can to avoid taking all three of them out in public. What am I thinking having a fourth?!?!?

annie said...

I am the same way about my dishwasher, although slightly less OCD - color coded - your nuts!

I am this way with most things - everything has its place, but it there!

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

LOL you guys are all so funny! Oh Stacy, that story is SO funny! Sounds like something my boys would do!

Hil said...

This reminds me of my dad. He was ALWAYS after us about loading the dishwasher a certain way. It was never right when we did it. I think that I have somewhat inherited it, despite my hopes to rebel.

I do have to ask.. where does your silverware go???

Amy said...

Hahahahahaha! (lol just didn't cut it this time)
I love the dishwasher stuff. And the cute little sleeping boy. I guess that's why they come out small and cute and maintain a mask of innocence while they sleep. Otherwise we'd probably try to give them back.

My OCD thing? washing my hands after putting dirty laundry into the washer. Dirty laundry absolutely disgusts me especially cuz I work in a dental office and get spit on me every day.

ldsjaneite said...

You know, I had a pseudo-roommate who was as borderline to OCD as you can be without being it (though I still wonder if she really was). And that dishwasher thing is EXACTLY something she would do. She was driving ME crazy. Ever since, I have purposely done things (upside down place mats, not using the stamps in order, etc) to keep me from going insane....more than I already am.

You should have had the boys lick up the maple syrup mess. Bet they'd have loved that!

brandy said...

This post is hilarious! You remind me of my mother and her obsession of dishwasher perfection. I think it's so funny! I wish I could be that organized. In my house if the dishes get in and get washed, it's a good day.

Charlotte said...

Your days at home provide enough entertaining blog fodder to last a lifetime. I am pretty picky about how the dishwasher is loaded, even though I'm not sure we actually have two plates that match anymore.

My husband, who used to load UPS trucks in undergrad, is even worse than I am. The only thing he is more picky than loading the dishwasher about is loading the groceries in the back of the car. When he is with me I just let him do his OCD loading in peace.

Anonymous said...

If you think YOUR dishwasher is bad, you have yet to see MINE. It's ummm...I don't know, about 15 years old and the little dish separeaters are all rusted and some have broken off. I keep telling my husband we need a new one. I DEMAND a new one, but he says "this one still works" so I have to put up with it. At least you can neatly organize your dishes... :-P

ldsjaneite said...

P.S. I just gave you and your blog an award....again. I can't help it! :-) You're just THAT awesome. (Seriously.)

Neisha said...

I'm the same way with the dishwasher though I don't sort by color and size. I make my family put their dishes in but then I will go back and rearrange them. My husband also just puts them in haphazardly. :)

Angel Day said...

The sad thing is Sarah...I do it too! I find myself rearranging it all the time!

Mama Smith said...

I had to smile...Every time I loaded the dishwasher...I do believe it was JENNY and ANGEL who would go..."MOM!!! That isn't how you load the dishwasher...!" and then, promptly REARRANGE it for me...(smile) YOU HAVE GOT TO LOVE IT!!! Sarah, you didn't do that to me...cause the KITCHEN generally wasn't your area to clean up...You managed to keep the BIG ROOM in some kind of order!!! LOVED HOW MY GIRLS took CARE OF ME!!!! (smile)

Can't think of any FREAKY THING I DO...I always thought what I did was NORMAL!!! (smile)

The Kooky Queen--Rachel said...

Hahahah, WOW!!! Loooooooove the coordinating dishwasher! You should come do my closet sometime! And the sleepytime on the counter is just precious!

Brittney said...

haha, my sis-in-law does that with the dishwasher and her cupboards. She has two colors of plates and two colors of cups, so naturally when they're stacked they have to be stacked in alternating colors. I think she is nuts to waste her energy like that. So of course I think you're nuts too :)

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

You know, I'm okay with that! :D

Oh and Hil, there is a tray that hooks to the door that holds all the silverware. It lays under the bottom rack.

iamwoman said...

okay, you have officially freaked me out. we can't be blogger friends any more:)

okay-- for realz-- I am a bit psychotic about books. They have to be exactly placed in a straight line and if any are nudged forward I nudge them back. And they have to color coordinated in a fashionable way. Like... here's orange and if there isn't orange a few books down it doesn't look right. I can't even explain it's so wierd. In fact, my ENTIRE bookshelves have to be that way with everything. You'll have to look at my decor sidebar section to see what I mean. I'm kinda a color wierdo.

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