So the last two weekends we’ve been learning life lessons of the not-fun kind, the kind where you wonder if you’re really ready to be a grown-up (except we’re in our 30s now, so we shouldn’t be surprised).
Last weekend we learned not to leave nice things in our unlocked cars overnight even in our “safe” neighborhood. Whether they were professional thieves or just kids walking around, I’m sure they thought they hit the jackpot, since not many people leave a wii just sitting in their car (along with other electronics). They were there because we had taken them with us to play with friends at Carl’s birthday party. Police report filed, homeowner’s insurance claim will be filed, we’re neither leaving things in our cars anymore nor leaving them unlocked, and are thankful that it’s just stuff and we were all safe inside the house. Trigger could have earned his keep as a watchdog a little better, but everything’s fine. Lesson learned.
Last night we were settling in for a quiet evening in. I threw a load of laundry in the wash before dinner, and after dinner got up to load the dishwasher and possibly make a loaf of banana bread. When I walked onto the linoleum, my socks and jeans got wet, and I yelled so eloquently at Carl, “AH AH AH WATER AH AH AH WASHER”. He doesn’t like it when I unduly alarm him by yelling something out, but maybe I should practice getting my point across when there really is a problem! Yes, our washing machine had broken and was spraying water all over the floor. It was 1/2 inch deep in the laundry room and was flowing across to the kitchen. 3 hours later, all the towels I could find in the house, borrowing a few more from friends down the street, a trip to the store for another fan and a rope to hang towels up on the screen porch and finally feeding the fussy baby, and the mess was cleaned up. We’re very thankful that we were home – if not, everything in the house would easily have been ruined. And all of that fussing while he wasn’t being held meant that Will slept 6.5 hours straight last night with another 3 hour stretch this morning, so we were able to recover from our exhaustion somewhat, too. But the life lesson? When people tell you not to leave the house with the washing machine or dishwasher running because they’ll flood everything if they break? They’re serious! Don’t do it! Thankfully, Carl figured out what was wrong, fixed it and tested it, so we’re back to operational laundry today and I didn’t have to spend the afternoon at the laundromat with Will. I think all of the towels have been washed now and we’re gradually catching up with everything else. Cloth diapers went on hold until I was sure we’d be able to catch up for sure.
Next Saturday night? We’re hoping we’ve had all of our excitement for awhile!