Some of you may know our washing machine broke about a week before Christmas. We waited awhile to have it looked at because it is a very old machine and we wanted to just get a new one. And it isn’t like a dishwasher, where you could just wash them hand.. I wouldn’t even know where to pick up a scrub board for handwashing laundry.
After two weeks of waiting for my dear husband to decide. I finally called a service repair man. They came and looked it over. It appeared that somehow a nail had gotten into the washer and wedged itself into the pump which is why it wouldn’t drain out. How a nail got into my washing machine I will not even begin to guess.
They didn’t have the part on hand but ordered a new. It arrived, damaged, and they had to order a new one. Finally arrived last Monday, But the soonest they had to service was today, Friday. So it has been 4 weeks since we had a working washing machine. With three little kids, one of whom wants to potty train, and we had the stomach flu hit, it was too long to be without.
I have never been so happy to see a repair man in my life, despite the fact that the smell of cigarettes lingered even after he left, I almost wanted to hug him.
After he left I immediately began to wash clothes. After this long without a machine of our own, you can only imagine how low on clean underwear we all are.
For the past 6 years of being a parent there has always been the tedious task of lots and lots of laundry. But even as I stare at the 15 piles of laundry that need the be washed, I don’t feel frustrated or overwhelmed by the work. I feel joy.
Joy in the fact that my machine is now fixed and I don’t have to haul wash to my mom’s house or the neighbors. Though I want to say they are awesome for letting us wash clothes at their homes and saving u the astromnomical costs of a laundromat.
I feel joy in the fact that we can afford to buy clothes for our kids.
I feel overwhelming joy in the fact that I have three messy kids to do laundry for. I know for some that don’t have kids that may be a wish, and for some who’s kids are grown and moved away they may miss these days.
So while I sort, and wash and fold and put away piles of clothes I am going to pray for my family, praise God for the blessings he has given us, and thank Him for allowing me to find the Joy in Laundry.