"All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed."
Sean O'Casey

Of all the major life stressors that have occurred in our family in the past year; Adding a new member to our family, moving to a new state, starting a new job, attending a new school, selling a house and buying a house, I must say that they pale in comparison to this one horrible stress inducing situation:

Learning a new dishwasher rack system.

The dishwasher in our old house was conveniently placed to the left of the sink, and I became very efficient at loading it: Scrape. Rinse. Load. Repeat.

Our new dishwasher however, is on the opposite side, forcing my wrist/twist action to move to my right hand and throwing me completely off my game: Scrape. Rinse. Twist this way. Curse. Twist that way. Curse again. Rearrange the damn dishes. Push the rack in. Curse. Pull the rack out. Find the cup that is too tall. Tell myself that my old dishwasher could handle large cups. Wash the cup by hand. Fill said cup with water to take my blood pressure medication. Glare at my dishwasher then walk away cursing.

As you can see, my new dishwasher has consumed so much of my time that I have yet to figure out how to deal with other pressing matters that go along with moving. For example, when vacuuming my house, is it more efficient to start at the front and work my way to the back or vice versa? Can I vacuum the entire upstairs without having to change outlets? If so, which outlet would it be? When I’m standing in my kitchen and I need to use the restroom, is it quicker to walk to the left or right of my island. And where on earth did my paring knife go? The last time I saw it, it was in my kitchen in Boise. While the rest of my kitchen utensils arrived in Bend, my paring knife did not.

I have racked my brain for over 2 weeks trying to figure out what happened to it, and I am left with this theory, and this theory only:

The dishwasher did it!