I did what any level headed person would do and pushed the "start" button a million times, much like you do to an elevator or crosswalk button, because we all know the more you push it the faster it works. When that didn't work I held it in with all my might, willing the machine to spin. When that didn't work I called that stupid b nasty names. Then said a quick "sorry Jesus" prayer then hit start one more time in hopes that Jesus was in the mood to hear and grant dryer prayers.
He wasn't. He's probably tied up with ISIS or the Kardashians....
Dan researched the best possible deal and called Sears asap. The guy showed up yesterday to tell us that we needed a part but he didn't have it in stock. (shocking)
Lucky for us they will have it delivered straight to our house and he could "squeeze" us in in nine days.
With a straight face I said, "Sir, we won't be able to open our doors with all the laundry piled up after nine days."
He chuckled but I was serious.
You would think that with only four people our laundry would be a once a week occasion. At one point I was convinced that the neighbors were sneaking their dirty clothes into our basket. Or that while we we were sleeping little magical elves put on our clothes, frolicked about to dirty them up, then threw them on the floor right in front of the dirty clothes hamper.
Why is it so hard to put the dirty clothes in the basket? Everything in my house is a"basketball hoop" except the laundry. The boys try for 3 pointers with their trash. They make a hoop with their mouth when they throw popcorn, grapes, or other small round foods into their mouth. They are constantly throwing balls or pillows into the air or against the walls.
When it comes to laundry their arms become dead, incapable of tossing or throwing. They take what I call the Fireman Approach to taking off pants. In one fell swoop, pants, underwear, and socks come down and off and lay on the floor completely intact. If the event of an emergency, they could step into the crumpled mess, reach down, pull up, and be completely clothed underwear and all. If they sold pants with built in underwear my boys would be first in line.
We make a lot of dirty clothes here.
Last time we were without a washer, Dan and I decided to try a Laundromat. If you can overlook the tampon in the washer, $30 worth of quarters, and cleaning someone else's lint tray, it was pretty awesome to do ten loads in under two hours.
This time I called my mom.
You gotta love moms. Moms are the best! You really don't appreciate moms until you become one or have laundry.
My mom said, "Oh favorite daughter, just bring it over here and I'll keep it going!!"
The boys and I dropped three laundry baskets on her kitchen floor and ran out the door. Later that night she called and said the laundry was done, she made dinner for us, and apple crisp because she knows that's Dans favorite.
Mom, can we move in with you?
All of my laundry was cleaned and folded. She even hung Dan's uniform on hangers (she also probably sprinkled Holy Water on it because as of this morning she called me and told me she's really worried about Dan and how ISIS could affect him).
Mom, Sears called back and said they can't fix our dryer until my boys graduate from High School.
I guess I'll have to keep bringing my laundry over until then....