While moving my son back home after his first year at college last Thursday, I pinched a nerve. That is what I get for being too lazy to put the load I was carrying down to open the door and trying to do it with my hip. While I have plenty of hip to perform such a feat, the nerves decided to pinch back.
I have moved two kids around in two weeks and I will be doing it again at the end of June and then once more at the end of August. I don’t think I can milk this back injury for a long enough time period to get out of either moving experience. I am a good actress but that’s Oscar material.
Between trips to the chiropractor, I have enjoyed having my son back home. He is quite good at walking the dog, carting in groceries and eats the leftovers.
Something strange happened since he went to college. He is doing a lot of laundry. This is the boy who asked for 15 pairs of underwear for Christmas so that he’d only have to do laundry once a month. And he made an important discovery. If you wrap your smelly gym clothes in a garbage bag, they won’t stink up your room – the light bulb went on. Now I know how proud Mrs. Edison must have felt.
I don’t know what his grades are but I already consider his college experience a successful one.
“If at first you don’t succeed, do it like your mother told you.”
After one too many times of being abused, over-worked and under appreciated, it was time for replacement. No, I am not talking about me – I mean our washing machine.
I had dreams (before the economic crisis) of having a set of those new-fangled lovely front loading models that you can get in colors to match your laundryroom decor. Up in a puff of smoke, similiar to the one that began this whole thing when my daughter stuffed so many clothes into the machine that it went into shock, began shaking and finally went up in smoke.
So the hubs sends me to the store to get a $17 replacement belt, which upon further inspection that he decided to do AFTER I spent the $17, was not the problem at all. No. The motor burned out. I got fleeced on that unnecessary expenditure.
So with taxes due by mid-month, laundry piled up to mid-thigh and four more years of college tuition money spinning around in my head, we got a standard old white model, and a used one to boot. No front loader, no color, no payment with interest to remember to send in each month.
The good news is that it can fit even more clothes into it than our old model so the kids can now stuff two weeks worth of laundry into it and not burn the belt out – ah, always a silver lining. Someday I will get the front loader in dusty blue but today is not that day. Maybe the next go round.
Today, the only fluff in my laundryroom is inside my dryer.
“Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.” ~ Dalai Lama
(Dear Dalai Lama – this remains to be seen. Perhaps they will be cheaper when I finally get mine? Is there some lead issue that we don’t know about?)