The door on my dishwasher stopped shutting; surely this is some cruel joke. A complete tease it looks like it is going to shut and then pops back at me snickering, I can almost here it chanting, do the dishes by hand or call the kids to do them by hand. I am not one to take these things lightly, it can be fixed. My husband looks at these things and says, "It's stuffed!" What do you mean stuffed, something can be done, and I refuse to believe anything cannot be repaired somehow by us, just GET it going until we can properly repair it. So my mind goes into fix it gear and believe me this is scary stuff. So the day moves on and I still have last nights dishes in the dishwasher because this is when my disaster started, and I can't bear to think of unstacking dirty dishes out of the dishwasher that is even more unnatural then childbirth. So my mind goes into desperate thinking I must get that door shut, I’m thinking door needs to be pushed shut, and something heavy is what I need. I look at the filing cabinet but I just won't be able to move it...in the mean time my dh is on the phone not even aware of the panic rising up in me. I spot something and think it's workable, crazy but workable so I start to drag our couch out to the kitchen to keep the door shut, your seeing how desperate I am getting So here is dh on the phone watching his crazy wife drag the couch across the kitchen, I get a child to help me and finally get it pushed up against the dishwasher and the door just spits back out, it just will not stay shut, it basically scoffs at my desperate attempts to put it to work. By now I realise I am being stupid so instead of admitting it when my dh gets off the phone I start blaming him for he never just tries to get things going, he gives up too easily. So he strolls outside while I drag my couch back with everyone's turning away from me trying not to laugh. He comes back in pushes a stick so it jams under the latch and shuts my dishwasher and you know what this works and takes up alot less room then my couch idea, I think I'll just stick to cleaning and not repairing. I should have learnt this when I tried to fix my grandfather's clock and it is still in a thousand pieces