Holidaze in all its glory

This morning I woke up, got dressed and turned to my ever-faithful dishwasher to pull out my favorite coffee mug only to find...

BLINKING LE LE LE

Oh, dear gawd in heaven, no.

My inlaws are here in 4 days.

We have 3 children who like to eat off clean dishes.

So, I do what every in-denial-housewife does when presented with a non-working piece of much-needed machinery. I hope it's wrong.

And I re-start the dishwasher.

It drains, and runs for 15 min. I think, yeah! buddy!, it was just messing w/me!

And then it dies again, and dings it's little ding for 5 min.

Beckoning me....pleading with me that even though it's only 6 months old...it's been abused by this house. Run many days twice a day.
Slammed.
Overloaded.
Taken for granted.

So, I do what every in-denial housewife does when presented with a twice-dead dishwasher 4 days before her in-laws are due to show up and expect to eat.

I call the place I bought it from and leave the most woeful message ever heard on their service.

"Please, you don't understand what my MIL is like, you must come and fix this now!"

And the man who listened to the message took pity on me...
and they came.
and they diagnosed.
and they said "you need parts!"

So, moral of the story...
stay in denial.