So it would seem that my Manny isn’t so Handy after all. I finally had a working disposal in my sink, which also meant I had a working kitchen sink, but the same night the damned thing stopped working. I had it for all of, um, four hours? It seems to be jammed with something. There’s power going to it and you can hear the motor running but it won’t, you know, grind stuff up. We can at least run water without it leaking into the cabinet below and thus onto the floor and we can run the dishwasher, but the sink is clogging and we can’t unclog it. The Mister, formerly known as Handy Manny, was supposed to fix it (again) this past Saturday. Yeah, didn’t happen. I’m pretty handy myself but if you present me with plumbing problems you might as well put me in the cockpit of the Space Shuttle and ask me to start repairs.
This is a month now of ongoing sink problems. He’s supposed to fix it Wednesday on his day off, but I’m not holding out much hope. The tedium of working around this is, well, tedious. I miss the garbage disposal for practical reasons, especially since it helps us keep less trash around and it’s much more cleanly than throwing away rotten food and inedible leftovers. In spite of taking care with making sure grease it poured into a can first and getting food particles into the trash before going into the sink, The Kids and even The Mister will still often put food-laden plates into the sink out of habit. We have a sink plug, but it’s not always in place.
Aside from particular cleaning issues with plates and pans, I think what I hate the most is having to empty out my French Press grounds in the bathroom. I do it in the bathroom because I make a huge mess trying to get the grounds out into the garbage, so I have to add a little water to swirl around the grounds and loosen them and then dump them in the toilet. Don’t worry, I wash the French Press extremely well with very hot, soapy water.
But Heaven forbid I forget to flush the coffee grounds. It looks like I’m making coffee in the toilet. And the kids think the grounds looks like bugs. Bugs. So they freak out. Because there are coffee bugs trying to bite their heineys in the toilet.