about time

As I mentioned in a previous post, our washing machine broke, and eventually led to flooding our house in our effort to fix it.  We bought the washing machine used, about 5 years ago.  It was small, clunky, loud, and ready to bite the dust.
Our dryer hasn't really worked in about a year.  It would just tumble clothes around for hours, until they just kind of dried themselves.  We have needed a new set for a while now, but other priorities have taken it's place.  It really has been about time.

The timing wasn't the greatest for our machine to finally bite it, (as we are trying so hard to finish our yard, and a new machine and dryer are not cheap) but I certainly will not complain about the AWESOME new washing machine and dryer that came out of it all.

Just spend one week doing 6 people's worth of laundry at the creepy Laundromat, driving back and forth, juggling kids, being stared at by creepy people, paying lots and lots of quarters, and even the worst washing machine, as long as it is in your own house, will feel like gold!

For me, the arrival of these beauties was so very exciting  that I should be embarrassed, but I'm not, I am just flat out thrilled.

The washing machine is huge, and did all of our laundry in 2 loads! It is computer operated, so I got to just push buttons and pick out the cycles I wanted.  It was awesome!  It cleaned our clothes so thoroughly that I didn't recognize some of our clothes, because the colors actually showed up again.

The dryer dried everything in one cycle!  AND, they both play a cute little song to tell me the laundry is done.

As I was doing laundry last night, and commenting on how grateful I was to finally have a machine again, I commented to Ben that the pioneers were probably laughing at how helpless I felt without one this past week.  It's amazing what we get used to having, and soon can't live without.  We are a very blessed generation.

I was so excited to do our laundry, that I have been washing everything I can think of.
Then, this morning, as I dumped another load out onto our bed, I realized that the washing machine does not fold and put away the laundry for me.....and I was staring a huge mountain of clean laundry in the face.

I can fold the laundry, but taking it up the stairs is another story right now.

Oh well, my kids are well trained, and have two legs that can run clean laundry to it's proper place faster than you can say  "slow pregnant momma."

I think the only person that loves our new washing machine and dryer more than me is Luke.  The washing machine lid has a window, and when I did the first load, Luke sat on the machine and stared in the window as long as I would let him.  When I took him down, he bawled, so back up he went.

He now asks me daily if he can watch the "machine".  He knows something awesome when he sees it!