I have had a million things run through my head that I meant to write about in the last week. When I finally sat down to write last night, nothing inspired came. Just boring drivel I didn't even want to read myself. Delete delete delete delete....
As I write this, my husband is on the playmat with CJ, making the plastic doggie sing while the baby tries desperately to gnaw on a round teether. He has been drooling so much he hates that he has to wear a bib and the smell of formula bib makes me want to gag. Last week, after he threw up on me twice and went through two bibs, I put his last clean bib on him and told him in no uncertain terms he had to keep that one clean, at least until we got to Target and bought some more. That, of course, prompted him to throw up one last time, almost immediately. And smile. Cheeky monkey. Cut to exterior car, racing to Target...
About three months before the baby was born, while we were in the middle of a remodel of the cabana that started out at $4,000 (it certainly didn't end there), our washer broke. Which is of course, just what you need when you are shuffling through credit cards wondering when the remodel will end. The washer and dryer had come with the house - all the appliances had, as the sellers were relocating for work and moving to temporary housing and didn't want to take anything with them. We were glad, as we didn't want to buy all these things, but they were/are all... in a word... JANK. At least they were all energy efficient in their JANKNESS.
Well, one night as we were watching tv, the jank washer started its spin cycle. Now, we live in a small house. The laundry room is on the other side of the kitchen, essentially on the other side of the house, so its not like its next to the living room or in a nearby hallway (ok, we only have 1100 sqft so everything is pretty close). We knew the washer was going the way of the dodo because every time the spin cycle started, we had to turn the tv volume up to 40 and were often shouting at each other, "Huh? I can't hear you!" while we sat next to each other.
So this night, as we cranked the volume up to 45 it began to sound worse. While it used to sound like a Cessna taking off, tonight it sounded like a passenger jet. I would not have been surprised if the back of the house started to vibrate and Dorothy ran in shouting, "Auntie Em, Auntie Em!" I swear a breeze started to blow through the house and I heard the theme music for the Wicked Witch of the West. That was the last time we used the washer, we were too terrified to try it again.
So that weekend, credit card in hand, we were at Sears, looking at washers and dryers prettier than my car. We wound up with a lovely sapphire blue LG combo (after all, you can't buy only one). Luckily for us, the top of the line model happened to be on sale and cheaper than the next step down. Unluckily for us, this total still exceeded our Sears credit line.
You know how people say, "Oh, you'll do SO MUCH MORE LAUNDRY ONCE THE BABY'S HERE!"? I never understood that until last week. Don't get me wrong, we loved the new washer and dryer. I especially loved that I could do all W's work pants in one load, as well as the water saving features, and the fact that now we could hear each other speak in the laundry room as well as other parts of the house. Until last week, my laundry load had been about the same, maybe 3 loads a week, humming along, the nice little tinkling jingle W programmed the machines to make when they're done.
Then came the day I changed the baby's clothes 3 times, changed my own shirt twice and ran out of bibs.
As my mother used to say about shoes, spend the money on the quality. Its worth it.
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