Wired For Noise

We were given our washer and dryer about 5 years ago, and then they already had 6 years of use in them. So there are a few things that don’t always work right about them, but for free I’m not going to complain too much. One of the things wrong is the shut off switch. Most washers, if you leave the lid up when it is filling will automatically shut off when the tank gets full. Not mine, it just keep filling and filling and filling. Which is why I spent yesterday morning getting my cardio in by bending and scooping a couple inches of water off the kitchen floor with the dust pan.

I swear it never fails, as soon as I start laundry something distracts me. I remember starting the wash, stuffing in clothes,and pours on a scoop of the soap. Then Evan started yelling at me from the table that he needed this and that and I had to jump to it immediately, and Trey stood up under the table (again) and hit his head, and the cat knocked over the laundry basket, my phone started ringing. The next thing I know I’m sitting on the couch debating whether or not to get off my butt when I realized the cats were all sitting and staring at the kitchen doorway.

I spent almost an hour scooping water, sopping up the corners with towels, and trying to clean the floor so that you can’t tell what happened. Though that wasn’t the hard part. The real work is keeping Evan from telling Dearest what I did, sparing me from yet another lecture about wasting water and paying attention. Because being a SAHM is sooo easy, if I make mistakes it must be because I’m just not paying attention.

At least it was just a couple inches to deal with. I keep dreaming of flooding all the way up to the wood shutters before I notice it.

Tags: home, life