Washing Machine Blues

Anyone who has been following my posts closely know that Fridays are not usually my best day. Last Friday was going very well, though. A friend watched the kids so I could finally get my hair cut (it had been 5 months), and I even got to throw a load of laundry into the washing machine before I left the house for the hair cut.

When I returned, I noticed that the clothes were very wet and decided to put them through the spin cycle one more time. I turned the machine on and it started to make an awful noise and sounded like it was going to explode. I turned off the machine and came into the family room to figure out what to do next. At that moment, my son informed me that the two year was doing something very, very bad. Once again, she had gotten into my black stamping pad and had black ink covering her entire body and clothes. A typical Friday yet again.

So, I clean up the two year old and make my Friday ranting phone call to my husband where I state that we will be getting a new washing machine on Saturday as I had no intention of travelling every other day to a relative's house to do laundry. Once again, he was wise enough to just agree with my ranting and got off the phone with me as quickly as possible.

We were fortunate enough to find a dented and scratched washing machine at Home Depot bright and early Saturday morning for a great price. We loaded it into the van, had a neighbor help us move it in, and I was back in business by dinner time. I am no longer singing the washing machine blues.