The following is from my husband, Len Stemberger. Yes, that is a miracle. He has only guest posted for my main site, budgetinginthefunstuff.com, once. In 5 years…
Like most new things, building a new home is a bit of an adventure, and once it is finally done, you enter into a honeymoon period. The house is wonderful; everything is as you always dreamed it would be; and the smallest details amaze you.
Losing the Shine
But, also like most things, this euphoric feeling wanes. The smallest details begin to annoy you, and you realize that your dream idea may not work so well in practice.
For me, this moment occurred rather quickly. And, to be honest, it wasn’t the house’s fault, and it wasn’t the fault of the builder – or at least not the people who actually built the house.
The problem: our dish washer.
Really, I blame my mother-in-law. See, in our last house, my mother-in-law bought us all of our kitchen appliances – refrigerator, microwave, oven/stove, dish washer, washing machine, and dryer. They weren’t fancy – just simple, efficient, and very effective. I loved that dish washer. Not at the time mind you – I didn’t realize how good I had it.
It wasn’t until we really got everything moved in and settled in our new home, that we began using the dish washer on a regular basis. The problems emerged.
Our new dish washer is worse in every way compared to our old one. It holds fewer dishes. It does a worse job cleaning (even with pre-rinsing which we never had to do with our old one). It does a lot worse drying – you need a towel to dry the dishes that came out of the washer (and that’s with the fancy heated dry option on).
Now, there is nothing left to do but either live with it or replace it. So every Sunday, when the paper arrives, I flip straight to the Sears ad just waiting for the day that the deal is too good to pass up. I also keep an eye on the Sears section of Groupon Coupons so I can combine a great deal with a discount too!
One day it will arrive, and the scourge of the dreaded dish washer shall be removed from our lives. But, until then, I suppose there are always paper plates when I just can’t bring myself to drying dishes by hand…
What about your home annoys you? Is there something about a previous home that you really miss?