Well, There is One Thing

So far, I LOVE me some Indiana.    But there has been one hitch in the giddyup… 

The first night here in Indiana didn’t exactly goes as planned.  After finally getting all of our stuff brought in from the cars, I started sorting laundry.  I had about five loads to do since I hadn’t had access to a washer for several days.  

Laundry + just having moved and driven 800 miles with two (2) small kids = Very stressed Jennifer

I looked at the washer and realized it wasn’t a full size model, but rather one of those space saver types.  This meant that instead of five loads of laundry, instead I had about 347 loads since you can only fit about one sock and a bib per load.  I thought to myself, “at least I’ll get some laundry done before going to bed.  It’s better than NONE.”

Within about half an hour of starting the first (and only) load of laundry, Tate informed me that the washer had overflowed and that there was about two inches of water covering our kitchen floor.  I was certain that his alter ego, Captain Exaggerato, had just told me a GIANT lie.

Unfortunately the washer had overflowed and there really was about two inches of water on the kitchen floor and this water was starting to seep into the carpet in the dining/living area.

So our first night in Indiana was spent mopping.  And mopping.  And mopping some more.

347 loads of laundry + just having moved and driven 800 miles with two (2) small kids + two (2) inches of water on the kitchen floor + mopping (I despise mopping with every fiber of my being) = A very stressed and CRYING Jennifer.

(Just to be clear, I hadn’t overloaded the washer and the overflow was in no way my fault.  Apparently the washer was just crappy and old and BROKEN.)