On the second day of the 26th week, the God of Endless Home Renovations bestowed an incredible gift upon us.
A fully functional, newly installed (again) washing machine and dryer. It was like a mirage before my weary eyes.
No more trips to the wash and fold {farewell, Bruce, and thanks for the great origami laundry folding — maybe we’ll have you over for Christmas}.
No more threats of catheters for the kids.
No more bans on markers. Or condiments {ketchup for all!}.
Once the installation was complete, I proceeded to go batshit crazy and washed every possible piece of clothing, bedding and linens I could get my hands on. In my giddy haze, I even considered doing some of those TV commercial experiments where people spill the red wine on the white shirt just to test the detergent. For kicks. I mean, the red wine was handy.
I know it will wear off, this laundry buzz. But, come on, six months was a long time to go without it. Especially relative to the initial five week timetable. I think I might apply for the next season of Survivor.
So. Is the project finished?
No.
{Profane rant directed at General Contractor omitted for the sake of common decency. Or maybe litigation.}
But almost. It’s so close, I can taste it. Or maybe that’s just the effect of the wine fridge being installed.
For now, I’m focusing on this small miracle — my shiny new laundry machines are home at last.
So can I get an Amen?
Congratulations. I have only had to go without my own washer and dryer a few times and it sucks to go to a laundry mat.
It sure does. I plan to block it out as quickly as possible.
Amen? Is that a new kind of wine?
It’s a new line of fabric softener, actually.
Wooohoooo!!!
I knew I could count on you for an enthusiastic response! Mainly because I was getting dangerously close to taking over your laundry room.
You get an amen and a fake peace prize. 6 months at the laundromat and you didn’t commit a felony. That’s some serious zen, momma.
I’ve been called many things in my life, but zen is not one of them. This is a new distinction for me. {And it’s now clear to me that I glaringly understated how much I lost my shit over this situation.}
Amen, sista
Sing it.
mazel tov!
Thanks Anna!