Here's my joy for the week:
A washing machine. Am I serious?
Yeah, you betcha!
Last week, my washer started leaking. It was just a little leak.
I managed to do one load a day, just making sure there were plenty of towels along the bottom to absorb any yucky water coming out.
Let me remind you: I have four children. Four dirty, messy, stain-creating, wonderful children.
Let's add to that: I have a husband. A fabulous, hard-working husband.
We also have family coming in next weekend, so all the towels and linens have to be freshly washed.
One load a day just wasn't cutting it.
Note: I didn't add myself to the dirty, messy roll call. I'm practically perfect in every way. Hardworking? Yes. Stinky? Never! Hee, hee!
Anyhoo, we had a family friend come and look at it, remove the offensive, broken part, and then instructed us what to buy. Hubby bought it, came home and replaced it!
Hand the boy a trophy!! (Other than his trophy wife, of course.)
And so, if you'll excuse me, I have a mountain of laundry calling my name. Hear it? I'm off to do laundry. Joyfully. Who knew that could happen?