Just another Manic Sunday

raves, rants, reviews and recounts of life in middle America

2006/11/19

@ 01:55 PM (23 months, 20 hours ago)

Sundays are usually less than calm around my house and it begins with wrestling 3 little boys into church clothes. My daughter is more than happy to don "pretty clothes" but she is still too sick for the nursery so my husband and I had to draw straws to see who was going to stay home with her. We settle that he's taking the boys and I'm paying penance for some unknown sin by staying home with diarrhea girl... how did that happen? Oh well. And that's when it began.

I went to the laundry to retrieve my husband's white dress shirt only to find that it wasn't on the hanger. Uh-oh. Turns out he'd taken it on a business trip this week and it never made its way through the wash-dry-iron cycle. No problem, I thought. I don't usually do laundry on Sunday but I can make an exception. There's time. Only half an hour before we need to leave, the washer stops. Actually the motor keeps groaning but the tub ain't spinnin'. Crud!

I call Mr. Cate and the two of us look at the machine and each other like the college educated but functionally incapable morons that we are. Okay, we decide, we'll just take a quick look-see. Before we knew it we had the entire thing disassembled and were pulling pillow stuffing from space between the two drums and around the motor. Did I mention that a chair cushion got caught in the machine on Thursday and ripped? So we pull about 295 lbs. of white fuzz from inside the thing and plug it in. It whirrs. It groans. It stops. I kick it. He goes online and sets up an appointment for a service. And we all miss church.

Moral of the story: Always get things ready ahead of time and never ever wash chair cushions in the washing machine.

Comment(s) »

Another white shirt perhaps? What about a white bedshite toga?

Comment by Barry G.— 2006/11/19 @ 02:30 PM — (Reply)
Sadly, his other church shirt is MIA and the ones left in the closet didn't go with the suit. That makes it sound like we missed church for fashion reasons but actually we just got frantically involved with the washer before we realized that 10 minutes had turned into 45...

We should've had the sense to just walk away from the stupid thing in the first place and to have left it for tomorrow.

Comment by Cate— 2006/11/19 @ 04:14 PM — (Reply)
I wash mine in the river. It avoids the expense of machines and electricity.

Comment by Barry G.— 2006/11/19 @ 04:27 PM — (Reply)
Okay, don't laugh but I just called my mom and told her the whole sad tale. In less than half a minute she diagnosed the problem over the phone and now the washer is running perfectly fine.

Comment by Cate— 2006/11/19 @ 05:36 PM — (Reply)
Did she tell you to take your dog out of there?

Comment by Ted R.— 2006/11/19 @ 05:49 PM — (Reply)
I wear shorts and flip flops to church.

Comment by Elmers Brother— 2006/11/19 @ 06:10 PM — (Reply)
Same here. With a shirt, bow tie and cufflinks. And my golf clubs in the car.

Comment by Ted R.— 2006/11/19 @ 06:24 PM — (Reply)
Cate, Its funny but I wrote about my hectic Sunday as well. Just be gratefull that daughter of yours hasn't got another one to play tug of war with over who wears what when and why. I agree, Sundays are always manic because there isn't as much "frilly stuff" to wear as there are of the casual clothes and so the manic phase lasts longer (or so it seems) on Sundays. Like I said on my blog----4 of everything works out fine! I always feel like I need a vacation from my "day of rest".

Comment by Verity— 2006/11/19 @ 09:01 PM — (Reply)

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