Celebrating Easter Early

Last night we bought the first of our two indoor clothes drying racks.  It's a compact one so I can move it upstairs if I want to. 

We're leaving on Wednesday morning to go up to Toledo for a few days.  Cause it's Thanksgiving, you know.  And I had to do some laundry.  Mainly because Teancom wet the bed last night (which he does about once a week) and I was NOT going to leave the sheets downstairs for days.  Could you imagine how yummy it would smell when we got back?  Mmm.

So I put everything in the washing machine and thought, "Well, here goes."  I wasn't sure how to fit everything on the drying rack, since the load included sheets and blankets, but I figured I'd figure it out.  Nothing like trial and error.

I took the clothes out of the washing machine and hung up the little things first.  Wash cloths, underwear, socks, hand towels, my bra, and some shorts all went on the rack.  My t-shirt, and the boys' footy pajamas went on hangers.  No problem.  Except I had all those sheets and blankets left.  I thought about all my options for hanging them up, none of which were working very well in my mind's eye.  Wistfully, I looked at the dryer, thinking about how convenient it would be to, you know, just put them in the dryer.  I pushed the broken button, just to have that Good Bye, Dryer moment, and nearly had a heart attack, because it started!

After my heart stopped pounding out of my chest and I could once again move, I put all the sheets and blankets in the dryer.  Then I turned around and took all those small things off the rack and the hangers and put them in the dryer, too.  Heck, if it's going to work, I'm going to use it!

Then I went upstairs and called Rob. 

I can't put into words all I feel about this dryer-dying-and-then-resurrecting event.  Maybe I should do a ritualistic dance to praise the Large Appliance Gods.  Maybe I should be incredibly thankful that we didn't have that $650 cash in hand on Thursday.  Maybe this was just some sort of test, to see if we would stick to our Dave Ramsey money principles.  Maybe the dryer thought about how sad it would be to not be of use after such a long life, and decided that being put to pasture just wasn't good enough.

And as ready as I was to take on indoor clothes drying through the winter, I'm glad to have that time and effort back.  Thank you, Dryer, for coming back from the dead.  (I know you were dead.  I was there when you died!)  May you serve for another 26 years.