Laundry Disaster

We had a hell of night yesterday. The washer was broken when Amy was here. Biajee didn't know about it till he came home. I had thought about calling him during the day, but then decided to hold it because it wouldn't do him any good to know about it. He could not do anything but worry.

The minute he walked into the door, I knew he had had a tough day. And more annoyingly, he came home facing a messy house, a sick wife, a screaming baby and a broken washer full of water and rinsed clothes. The washer was out of warranty so it's useless to call helpline because they'd charge us for half the price of the washer anyway.

Biajee and I talked briefly and he set off to Bestbuy for a new washer within an hour. This time he purchased 5 years' extended warranty for it. The washer will be delivered tomorrow so we didn't do any laundry today. Luckily we still have enough changes for all three of us. Laundry has become the most important ordeal since Arnold was born. We do a full load every day and it's going to only get worse as time progresses.

Biajee slept really well last night while I got up, changed the baby and fed him. I couldn't take a nap during the day because Arnold was crying all the time. I think I'm ready to pass out any time soon. Biajee wouldn't have my condition because he didn't need to nurse. It's totally different to sleep for straight 6 hours from sleeping for 2 hour intervals. There is a price to pay to be crowned the Dairy Queen and the Ultimate Milk Machine.