Old school housekeeping is the new black. At least, that’s how I’m tackling it here on the Isle of Man.
When we were shown our new home there were a few unexpected, but charming to me, differences between it and our old home in Canada.
The first difference was that there was no freezer. This is, apparently, quite common here. Chris saw that I wasn’t phased by this, that our inability to have ice cream at the ready 24/7, or batch cook chili, wasn’t make or break and he was surprised. I figure, if millions of other people can live without a freezer it probably isn’t that difficult. Also, no freezer and a relatively small fridge meant I would need to be on my A-game for meal planning. Who doesn’t like some external constraints to help you with your goals?
The second difference was no dishwasher. Not having a dishwasher was a harder pill to swallow than the freezer. I paused on that one. I haven’t been without a dishwasher since… maybe ten years ago when I was an athlete.
Weighed against the pros of the flat, great location, price and nicely furnished, I was fine with taking on some heavy labor. At least on a semi-permanent basis. We only have a three month lease so who knows how long we will live here.
So we moved in and after our first meal here as a family it was revealed: there is indeed a dishwasher. Modern kitchens here conceal the refrigerators and dishwashers with cabinet paneling. The dishwasher lock is sticky and when Chris and I tried to open it, it didn’t move. We both figured it was a false cabinet for plumbing for the sink. We were wrong.
We have a dishwasher.
But I’m not using it.
I’ve decided to wash dishes by hand. The apartment came with dishware but not a large amount. To fill the dishwasher we would have to put all the dishes and bowls in it. If the dishwasher is as temperamental/useless as the washer dryer, it will probably be more work than it’s worth.
Shhh don’t tell Chris, but I’m enjoying washing dishes after each meal. There is a nice ritual to it. In fact, I always choose dish duty over bath duty and early bedtime routine. I get a lot of Henry time and it’s nice to shut the kitchen door and let Chris take over with our tired toddler.
And because we don’t have a lot of dishware, and the sink is fairly small, there isn’t room for me to leave more than a meals worth of dishes. Washing dishes is now part of a meal cycle: prep, eat, wash.
I’m not promising the dishwasher will never be used but, for now, I’m enjoying that it makes meal time clean up simple.
We’re not the only family to give up the dishwasher. Check out these other minimalist families that found an easier path washing dishes by hand:
- Joshua Becker on Becoming Minimalist: Why I Stopped Using a Dishwasher
- Melissa Gorzelanczyk on Peace and Projects: How and Why to Quit Your Dishwasher
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