Let There Be Dry Clothing

Blogger has been giving me problems for DAYS!! Seriously, I don't understand what happened. I couldn't post, and a post that I tried to post was eaten. I don't know where it went, and it contained pictures of a fun day playing on the school playground with the small ones. Guess I'll have to try that again tomorrow.

But, I have bigger stories to tell today.

Last August, our dryer broke. It made a really loud, really annoying squeaking noise whenever in use. I kept using it until I just couldn't take the squeaking anymore. I started bugging David about taking the dryer out of the laundry room and fixing it. He kept saying, "Yeah, OK..Yeah, I'm gonna fix it." Meanwhile, I'm washing all of our clothes at home and then taking then to the laundromat and paying about 75 cents a load to dry them.

Also, let me just say, for some reason, whenever I got to places like the laundromat, people like to talk to me. And it's people who like to say really random, really off the wall things. The guy that owns the laundromat/hotel/athletic club (seriously, it's a small town) also owns a bar that's just outside of the laundromat. In order to drum up business, they hold cage fights at the bar in the summer. It's big news and there are more people in the bar that night than the population of our town collectively. I've never been. I have no interest. However, the owner was in the laundromat one day with one of the fighters, and started talking to me about cage fights and how awesome they were and how great his fighters are. Then he slapped the fighter on the shoulder and said, "Yeah man, tell her your stats." The fighter told me his stats, but all I heard was, "Blah blah blah, sports stuff you don't care about, blah blah blah, I let people punch me in the face for money.." In another incident, a woman was complaining to me about her cats, and was asking me why her cats vomit on her sheets.

The final straw came last week though. The small ones got a case of the vomits. It started with Ethan and made it's way through Ethan and Claire...Twice. Grayson, however, got the bonus round. He had it everyday, and also had the poops. David and I, thankfully, did not get it. But, let me tell you, three kids with yucky tummy is craziness. I had to wash and hang dry several sets of sheets....EVERYDAY!!! I didn't get to go to the laundromat because everyone was too busy vomiting and clinging to my legs, so David's work clothes also got washed and hung dry. So, that was it. I was no longer ASKING him to fix the dryer, I was DOING this myself!

I took the dryer apart, took a look around inside and found the problem. The idler pulley was no good. I was getting stuck while spinning, which was causing the drum to rub against it and squeak...Loudly. We ordered a new one, and it arrived today. I spent almost the entire afternoon installing it and putting the dryer back together. And now, I have a great working dryer, and the wounds to prove it. The inside of the dryer is sharp, and I got all scratched up taking it apart. I had to go behind the dryer to unplug it and unfasten the hose, and when I was coming from behind the dryer after fixing it, I managed to slam my shoulder into the cabinets above the washer and dryer. However, these are a small price to pay for not having to go back to the laundromat, and to have a place to wash AND DRY yucky vomit sheets without hang drying.

All in all, it was pretty easy. And, I can't wait to do some laundry!!