As you can imagine, in a house of 4, with 3 of them being boys, laundry is never ending. It is a given that I will wash roughly 15 loads of laundry a week. Until last night. Let me set the scene for you:
I load the washer to get some things washed for the next day. I go into the kitchen and begin cleaning it up. I sit down at the kitchen table to cut cabbage to make slaw for the next nights meal. I hear this loud crash followed by a crunch so nasty that it literally had me shaking. I run to the washer only to realize that it has died. My poor washer kicked the bucket.
I have been waiting on this to happen for almost a year now. It lasted a lot longer than I expected and it had actually become a running joke that I was going to continue to abuse the washer in hopes of getting a new one. Now that it has finally happened, I must admit I am a little nervous. I don't like change. I have been using this washer for the last almost 8 years, and it was in the house well before I moved in. I like it, I know how to work it. Now I have to learn how to use one all over again. The advantage though is that it will be new, and the hubs likes using new appliances. That means help with the laundry for a few days. =)
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