I woke up on a mission. Empty the trailer, clean the trailer, do laundry, clean house, perfect the dog kennels + life thrown in there. I got 2 loads of laundry done...TWO. My washing machine decided to take a vacation and has ceased to work. I had to pull half washed clothes out of a full, un-draining washer, take them outside and rinse them with the hose, wring them by hand and put on the line. I am pulling my hair out at the sight of piles of filthy clothes laying around and I can do nothing. ARG! I called my husband on his lunch break and in the sweetest, most pathetic voice I could muster told him I thought this was bad enough for him to come home on lunch..... he however, did not agree.
Gracie thinks I kindly created an obstacle course for her, climbing one pile to another.
Paul can fix anything right? He has humbly called a repairman twice in in our almost 15 years of married life(owning mostly used appliances). Sitting at the laundromat tomorrow with 6+ loads and 6 young bystanders is NOT my idea of fun, nor theirs.
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