Me: I think the Speed Queen is better at cleaning clothes than our other washing machine.
Coach: No kidding, I was just thinking this morning that my workout clothes don't come out of the wash still smelling a little sweaty anymore.
Wow, such an exciting post.
|Anyone remember Mr. Bill? Does|
this photo give you Mr. Bill vibes?
It looks like Gumby has been
impaled by the washing machine.
My point . . . we've been using the Speed Queen for a few weeks now, and we're liking it. Fun fact . . . the broken washing machine is still in my bedroom. So, if you're keeping a Hillbilly score card, we have one somewhat functioning 'drinks and produce only' fridge in our dining room and a broken washing machine in our master bedroom and a Gumby lounging in the living room. But hell, our clothes are clean. That has to count for something.
The day that I went to pick up the new washing machine, I had to wait until Coach got home from work so he could watch a few kids who were going to be here till 5:00 pm.
I raced off on my 35 minute drive up the expressway to get my appliance before they closed. After they slid the big I'm-gonna-solve-all-your-troubles box into the back of the minivan, I burned rubber for 35 minutes to watch Curly play volleyball near home.
Coach and I got to one of Curly's games this season right at 4:30. We watched the girls warm up for 30 minutes. I've tried to split the difference - squeeze in a few more 'accomplishments' at home, like start a load of laundry, before showing up to a game. I can do without lengthy warmups. Alas, my timing isn't always great, and warmups are not always that long.
I was on a mission to pick up the washer, for obvious reasons, and I hoped to arrive in time to watch Curly play. Instead, I walked into the gym a few minutes after 5:00. I heard cheering and watched as they shook hands, game over. I turned on my heel to leave the gym while having an internal pep talk. It's OK that you missed this game. Getting the washing machine was a priority.
Then: I had an epiphany.
Background: Coach had been grumbling a bit about how we were buying the washer through our fix it guy. Translation: Coach was gonna need to get it up the stairs and install it himself.
At one point when he sighed about his role, I gave him a little: HEY, I SAVED $600 BUYING IT THIS WAY. IF NEED BE, I WILL STRAP THIS THING TO MY BACK AND HAUL IT UP THE STAIRS.
Coach ignored my drama and said he was gonna need a dollie.
Fast forward to Curly's game: I walked past a security guard as I left the gym, and then did an about-face.
Me (to the security guard): Hi. Do you know any of the Shenanigan kids?
Security guard: Um, yeah. A few. (rattles off my offspring's names).
Me: Oh, great. Well, I'm Mrs. Shenanigan. I have a weird favor to ask. Do you have a dollie I may borrow? My husband needs to get our new washing machine up the stairs, and . . . (in typical 'me' fashion, I give him a bit more of the details than he wants or needs and we are soon best buddies - see what I did there).
How's that for resourceful?
Coach is impressed, but still not excited about his role in the appliance replacement. He has to drag the old one out of the laundry room. That old washer is now so dead to me that I've forgotten it even existed.
|Getting the new one upstairs|
was only half the battle.
This all happened to be one of those days where I woke up at 3 am and never went back to sleep. I would've given anything to crawl up the stairs and curl up in my bed at 8 pm. I couldn't complain, because Coach was shuffling appliances around in the small cramped upstairs hallway, then hooking one up. I had to wait until 10:30 pm to go to bed - but hey - I could wake up and wash clothes. The stuff dreams are made of, right?
Several days later, I hadn't returned the dollie and I was fearful that my security buddy was gonna think I was an equipment thief. Coach organized Reg and Lad to bring the old beast down the stairs. It got stuck on the landing. I had visions of us all sleeping on the 1st floor, unable to reach our bedrooms. They hauled it back upstairs and now it sits in my bedroom. Great place to stack clean laundry.
Who said the Shenanigans aren't trend setters?
* In the process, Coach messed up his back. NO! . . . It's 90% better now, but he couldn't even put on his own socks. I felt guilty for how this deal meant no delivery service, because I'd dictated his involvement.
My new plan: if and when my new microwave arrives, have the microwave install guys haul the washer away.
Oh, I returned the dollie before they put out an APB on it.
|Someone's wardrobe has|
expanded. More soon.
In the meantime: the rotating, fan-like piece on our dishwasher broke off, because the universes wants me to spend my free time calling appliance places. The good news: we have two dishwashers.
Have you struggled to get furniture or appliances up or down stairs? Have you ever used unique resources to borrow something? Have you felt responsible for a family member's strained back/ other injury? Do you have a prediction for which of my appliances might break next? Hey now - don't share that thought. I was kidding.