Excuse me; I’ve got some clothes to scan…

On Sunday the new washer arrived.  My 14 year old was acting a bit like a 6 year old on Christmas morning in her squeals, jumps, handclaps, and giggles.

In her teenageness she might have been a little too freaky-happy though, but at least she was happy. 🙂

After the deliveryman left, my husband and I tried it out. There were lots of new buttons and dials. No more pushing in the knob, turning it, and pulling it out, nope.  Now everything had to be set and a button pushed.  After we loaded the new contraption we got it started.  It locked. It took a few moments to start. It filled up and then……

It didn’t sound like a washing machine at all. We couldn’t flip the lid open to see if it was working… it had locked. My husband and I were at a total loss.  We kept asking one another if it should sound like that.

I thought about making a few phone calls to see if this thing was working right and only one made since.

We’ve come to the conclusion that either the new washer is having an identity crisis or someone is lost in there.

In all truth it sounds like a photocopier that was scanning and then printing out clothes.  Maybe it was raised by a wild pack of Xerox machines.

My Sensibility Went Haywire…

Yesterday my sensible, calm, never emotional child freaked out over the dead washing machine……

Her 11 year old sister is an emotion-a-minute kid, but she wasn’t near as frazzled.


In all fairness it did break the day before it was her washday.  I offered to let her borrow a few of my clean towels but she declined.  I don’t get it; she has more clothes than anyone else in the house but yet she’s lost it.  Her nerves didn’t even settle when Richard went right to Sears after work yesterday to get it ordered.  It’ll be here on Sunday. Sears said they would call today with the 2 hour delivery time window.  She bugged all day asking if they’ve called about her new washer yet.   She’s dying to get her wash done.  Her 11 year old sister on the other hand is very happy not to have to do the extra chore and she gladly offered to wear the same outfit until we had a new washing machine.  The baby… well, she’s being extra messy as she’s learning (and demanding) to feed herself.

This is so sad.  The microwave just stopped working altogether.  What the —-? Oh, and the 11 year old is joining in the overreacting fest…

Is there an appliance epidemic going around that’s fatal?