Mrs. Fix-It

We got a new dishwasher and were all excited.  Everything was going great until the other day. When the dishes were done I noticed the tab was in a glob at the bottom of the dishwasher and the dishes were not clean. I tell B.  He says "figure it out."  Thanks.  I put in a new tab, ran it again - same thing.  Then I was truly puzzled.  I decided that perhaps I did not make the water hot enough by running the tap before I washed (that is what the book said to do anyway when I first read it). So I do that - but, again, same thing.  Now I am puzzled and angry and decide to wait until the next day to do something.

So the next day at work I googled the dishwasher and perused all of the problems and fixes. I believed I had found the problem and the solution. So , I went home, did what the instructions said, and washed again.  Same thing - the tab was a glob at the bottom.  B was no help.  He had decided that I needed to fix something for once or blah, blah, blah. I wasn't really listening after I heard the part about not helping me.  I asked him where the @@##@%#$ book to the dishwasher was and went chasing after it.

The book is not that large.  As I skimmed through it, thinking at that point, it was NOT going to help me solve this unsolvable puzzle, there it was ~ the answer.  If the dishwashing tab does not completely dissolve, make sure there is not a dish or a pan blocking the door.  I opened the dishwasher and immediately saw the offending baking pan. I partly closed the door - yes! - it WAS blocking the door.   I squealed in victory!  And then cried in defeat. I am an idiot!!  I had spent two days and 4 tabs on a problem that was quite literally staring me in the eye.  So what did I do?

Declare to B - "Problem solved."  When asked how I solved it, I said I just read the book.  Shhh - he'll never know. After all, I did fix it myself, right?