I screwed up royally when I first got my dishwasher.
I was a young bride and the people I was with and I had never had a dishwasher when I lived at home.
My husband thought it would be a nice gift for me when I was pregnant. It was a entirely nice sentiment, but I had no plan how to run it. I wasn’t feeling well 1 night, and I had loaded all of the dishes into the dishwasher. I didn’t have any dishwasher cleanser so I used my official dish detergent. I didn’t want to chase my husband out for dishwasher detergent, because it was cold and snowy and he didn’t have a oil furnace in his car. I just wanted to sit at house and feel the heat from the oil furnace. When my husband called from work to see if I was okay, I never thought to tell him about the dishwasher detergent. I was too busy talking to him, enjoying hearing his voice and telling him about the baby’s heartbeat, that I had heard that night. When he got house that night, I heard him down in the kitchen. I got up, like I constantly did, and there he was scrubbing the kitchen. That’s when I realized that dish liquid and dishwashing detergent were not the same. I had suds all over the kitchen. The heat of the hot water, had the suds sticky and he wasn’t having a nice time. He smiled and told me to go back to bed. I snuggled up in the heat of the bed while I heard him cleaning the floor. I may never live that 1 down..