After a couple days, Shelby quit complaining and accepted her duty. She's found her groove and now the task doesn't really take all that much time. I decided to join her and help out. Sometimes she washes and I dry, and sometimes vice versa; we trade off. We eat dinner at home as a family at least five nights per week. So, on those nights, for a good twenty minutes, my daughter and I stand side-by-side at the kitchen sink, washing, drying, and putting away dishes. And you know what? That's twenty minutes of her undivided attention that I get. We talk, laugh, gossip, and actually have a good time.
And, that is the only good thing about my dishwasher breaking down!