laundry deterrent

No, I don't mean detergent. I mean deterrent, as in something to deter or prevent from acting. I have 11 loads of laundry to do today, but I couldn't resist letting this little guy have his fun! I had just taken the first load of jeans out of the dryer and into my room. When I came back, Ethan was already in the dryer- laughing and being pretty proud of himself! It was a cute distraction and when he was done, he helped me reload it. But then...


I heard the dryer stop and came upstairs to switch loads. When I opened the lid to the washer, all my clothes were still floating in a washer full of water! I pushed every button and twisted every knob- nothing! So I called Kelly and nothing he suggested worked. Then I called a repair man and of course, they can't come until tomorrow afternoon, it will cost me $35 to have it checked, AND I have to empty the washer of clothes and water for them to examine it! I don't know why I continue with these delusions that none of my appliances, automobiles, glue guns, Xyron machines, or electronics will ever break. I TOTALLY take them for granted! Except my washing machine! I thought, after 6 years of the laundromat with three babies, I knew how to be grateful for my washing machine. But today, I am struggling to type because my hands are chapped and my back aches from ringing out the load of clothes in my broken washer. How did people ever wash everything by hand? I will definately be MORE grateful for my washer and dryer when they get fixed. Please let that be tomorrow!