Our washing machine went on the fritz last Friday.  With absolutely no warning, it suddenly would fill with water, then refuse to agitate, spin, drain, or otherwise budge.

We waited for a couple days to see what would happen.  We halfway hoped the washer would come to its senses and decide to work all on its own.

Alas, it was not meant to be.  Finally, on Monday, Beau worked up the courage to pump out the basin and take the whole machine apart.  With the help of our three midget handy-helpers, he somehow discovered that the little thingamajigger that tells the washer that the door is safely closed (thus ensuring it is okay to go ahead and agitate) did not seem to be sending a signal any longer.

So after several phone calls, Beau discerned that Sears in Billings could sell us the part needed to fix the darn thing.  He ordered Sears to send the part via UPS and paid for two-day shipping, too.

Now here we are:  5 p.m. on Wednesday evening.  If the UPS man is coming tonight, he should be here within the next hour.  We are very hopeful that he will arrive tonight, as unpleasant odors are starting to emanate from the laundry room.

Surprisingly… or maybe not surprisingly… the laundry situation at our house today is NOT the worst it’s ever been.  We’ve had some real low times with laundry at our house.

Still, the laundry situation isn’t real good today.  And if the UPS man doesn’t show up tonight so we can get that washer fixed… it’ll only be worse tomorrow.

© Tami Blake