What Happens When A Laundry Addict Loses Her Washing Machine...

Hi Honeys
I am bereft of happiness! Honestly. Inconsolable even! It is now late afternoon and I haven't done a load of laundry today.

So what, right?  It's only laundry.....

That's the thing though honeys, to me it's really not.  Laundry is just one of many coping mechanisms I have to help me get through each day.  My habits, or systems, help me get from morning to night even on less than good days.

I start my day each morning by having my shower, getting dressed and on goes my first load of laundry.  Yaaaaay! Usually I'll have (at least) two loads each morning.  Whatever Hubby wore day before, same for me and our night things as well as two bath towels because we've each had a shower that morning, split into whites and anything else, so as to keep my lovely white towels, and hubby's t shirts, from dulling and losing their bright whiteness.

Sometimes, joy of joys (it's sad I know but I actually do mean that) I have more! I'll maybe have (with Hubby's help) stripped and re-made the bed, or I might be washing our furbaby Jade's wee blankets from her day bed downstairs where she naps and maybe from her actual bed upstairs where every night she's tucked in and snuggled under her blankies with whichever is her current favourite soft toy.

Maybe it's just a sunny day outside and I've decided to pull out a whole shelf (or two) of our linen cupboard to wash and peg out on the line. You know, just because 😃  Of all of the housekeeping tasks needing done, my laundry is the job that gives me most pleasure.

I love laundry.  Seriously love it.  I've had dreams of nothing more than me (and my assistant Jade) doing laundry. True. Of course in my dreams I don't have the aches and pains of arthritis to contend with, just Jade and I, a sunny day and endless pegging out of laundry.  Bliss.  Whether in dreams or in reality. Bliss ❤❤❤

Every time I manage to complete my laundry it's my own personal "take that arthritis! you haven't beat me today!" Even when the rest of the day is spent taking pain meds and hugging Jade on the sofa.  I don't just adore laundry, I always have, even when younger and in good health, I need it.

So, yesterday as always, did laundry.  Had battled extreme pain in my spine for almost two full days (not fun) and so laundry had started to (as near as it ever gets to it around here) pile up.

Four loads of laundry done and on the fifth load my beloved wee washing machine lit up like Blackpool illuminations! All of the lights went on, stayed on then went off and it ceased to be.

The horror! Hubby had a look at it (he's great that way) but all he could do was to empty it. Aaaarrrrgggg!!  It's the modern age's fault.  Everything is electronic these days.  Cars, household items, all made to be used and replaced. All designed to have a "shelf life."  All having some (or lots) of circuit boards designed to frustrate efforts to make do and mend.

I find myself longing for the little twin tub we had in our first tiny flat just after we were married. Back when things would break down and you got them repaired. Back when repairs didn't cost more than replacing the item. We're living in a very wasteful world honeys.  Easier to throw away than to mend.

In years past Hubby would take the washing machine apart and replace a pump, unblock pipes, do whatever was needed to have it up and running again.  Now though, machines turn into a light show and the electronics burn out and we have to replace them.  Leaving behind a small stressed Rosie with a trembling lower lip, nervous tick above her right eye (it's still there!) and battling an anxiety attack.

I know this seems odd, and no doubt to some a huge over reaction, but honeys this morning I had my shower and out of habit wandered through to the kitchen to the washing machine with my nightie and bath towel but.... aaarrrrgggg!

Hubby has ordered me a new washing machine (thank you sweetheart x) but I'll miss my old friend.  It's also an unexpected expense we could well have done without and will hurt for a while.  I'll have a few days laundry to catch up on by the time it's delivered... hang on... I don't mind that bit... although this tick above my eye will be dancing a can can by then and I'll probably be hyper ventilating.... 😃

Till next time dear ones, have a wonderful weekend, smile lots and hug even more, huggles always xx

ps:  For those blessed to still have their washing machine <sobs!> here are 10 (hopefully) useful tips to make laundry day a breeze! Enjoy x