So I recently redid the kitchen, which now sports all wood flooring. Hours went into nailing, sanding, staining, and polyurethaning said floor. Needless to say, when my dishwasher overflowed I was a little freaked out concerned.
My sweet 11 year old boy had generously done the dishes and started the dishwasher. The only problem was that I also recently ran out of both hand washing soap and dishwasher soap and decided to buy different brands than we’ve used before. So when Buddy looked under the sink he saw two new bottles sitting next to each other and made and educated guess as to which one was for the dishwasher, not knowing the drastic consequences of guessing wrong. As he pointed out, “Dishwasher” was clearly printed on the front of the one he chose. Unfortunately he had guessed wrong…very wrong.
This brings me to a quick “soap” box topic: Why don’t we come up with new terminology to better distinguish between the two kinds of soap. I suggest “sudsy soap” or “dry out your hands soap” or “sink soap” for the kind I only rarely use when I can’t stuff everything into the dishwasher. And how about “machine washer gel” or “easy goo” or “machine only liquid” with a big red picture of a dishwasher on the front for the dishwasher detergent. I realize if I bought the grainy kind this could all be avoided, but it was already too late for that lovely bit of hindsight. But I know I’m not the only one out there that’s had this problem. Do a quick google search and you’ll see. Thanks to some of those other poor souls, I had some suggestions on what to do to fix the problem.
I learned sprinkling salt and ice cubes all over the bottom of the dishwasher really helps. I did this, then ran the rinse cycle. Repeating the process three times finally did the job of ridding the bottom of the dishwasher of suds, and thankfully I had a stack of clean towels in the laundry room ready to throw on the floor. Neither the floor, nor the dishwasher seems any worse for wear. I’m just grateful I was home and could jump on the leaking appliance immediately. My heart only cringes at the thought of what might have happened had we been gone, or sleeping peacefully in our beds per the usual dishwashing trend.
Oh the horror.