When Deonne and I were first married, we lived in a cute little three bedroom cottage in Heathwood. It was originally built back in the 40's and had a lot of the original charm - transom windows, hardwood floors, cool tile in the one original bathroom. It had been updated/added on to sometime in the 80's, so we had a master bath and den - a good amount of space for just the two of us.
The kitchen had recently been updated right before we purchased it - new cabinets, flooring, counters. There was a LOT of storage in that little kitchen, and I managed to prepare a lot of yummy meals there and entertain a lot of guests (one of our favorite things to do that we miss a lot now that we have children and can't seem to find the time to do so.)
One of the other major updates to that kitchen was a dishwasher. It wasn't a typical dishwasher though - it was an 'apartment' sized washer - meaning it was about 1/3 the size of the normal one we have now. I'm not sure how we managed - but between the two of us - we only ran it about once a week, and that was usually when glasses or coffee cups were running low.
I tell you this now as I laugh at myself - because we can't make it one day without running the dishwasher in our home. With two adults, two kids, and a baby - if we're off one day that means we've backed up the sink with dishes - as is the case right now. We didn't run it last night - so I've currently crammed it full with breakfast, lunch, and cookie making paraphernalia - and there is no room for dinner dishes.
Sigh. I guess it's paper plates tonight... thankfully it's not four-thousand degrees this evening, so we might just get a chance to eat outside - and hopefully not be made a meal of by our resident mosquitoes.