We were away from home for nine days and got back home about midnight Saturday night. Even though I had done 2 loads of laundry while at my mother-in-law’s house, there was still more to be done when we got home. So I started a load Sunday afternoon.
And then I joined the elite family laundry club.
I was sitting at the dining room table playing Candy Crush while Hal watched Max Steel, Daddy (our primary driver the day before) took a nap, and the older two hung out at friends’ (that didn’t take long, did it?). I heard water that didn’t match the tone of the show Hal was watching. Daddy must be using the hall bathroom, I thought. The water stopped. Then it started again.
“Hal? What are you doing?” I asked.
“Watching Max Steel.”
The water stopped.
The water started again.
I got up to investigate and realized the sound was coming from the opposite end of the house. As I tracked the sound toward the laundry room, it suddenly hit me what I’d done. I rushed into the room and punched the pause button so the water would stop pumping out of the drain tube onto the window sill and floor.
Yes, I had followed in the illustrious footsteps of my daughter and husband. Of course, I had a good excuse. I had spent the last week doing laundry somewhere that I didn’t have to snake a drain hose out a window first. Then again, they had good excuses too. The husband rarely does the laundry – that’s my chore. The daughter rarely does laundry either. She should do it more often… but she doesn’t.
Ok, I thought. I need to do something about this. We can’t keep mopping up water with towels and running fans all night. The real solution would be to fix the drain line for the washing machine. But I don’t realistically see that happening anytime soon.
So I came up with a solution.
The solution was simple enough: covering the power button with a contraption built from a milk jug cap and some duct tape. In Sharpee, I drew a red stop sign and wrote “Drain Out Window!” You can lift the bottom of the button cover to push the button. The assumption is that this action will be enough of a reminder to check the hose.
I’d like to think I went all MacGyver on this, showing my ingenuity and ability to use materials on hand to solve a problem. Unfortunately, I think it may be more along the lines of “You may be a redneck if…”
Oh, well. At least no one is likely to pump the laundry room full of water again.