Scrubbing on a Sunday
Sunday is frequently laundry day and yesterday was no exception. With one bite of my lunch left in the bowl (leftover Stone Soup), I heard DH exclaim from the laundry room, "We have a problem!"
The washer, which has been making strange struggling sounds for several months, was not draining and the rinse water was running over the top and onto the floor.
I threw down two old bath towels to start absorbing the water until I could locate the sponge mop and a bucket. I figured as long as the floor was wet and I had a mop in hand, it was a good time to give it a cleaning! Christmas cards can wait one more day.
In full disclaimer, we knew the washer needed to be replaced but the local appliance dealer doesn't sell the brand we wanted (at that time, anyway -- I'm not going to be so particular now) so we had been putting off the one-hour drive to a big box store. Guess where we are going today.