Yesterday was a good day! Up early, Imani showered, dressed and napping, workout done, got a bit of cleaning done, had my hair done at home and Imani skipped her usual fussy hour! Awesome!
So were sitting on the sofa, it’s around 6pm, hubby is away with work, Imani is feeding and slowly drifting off to sleep and Moochie, the cat, is asleep next to me. I’ve got ANOTHER load of washing on the go when suddenly the washing machine starts making the most hideous loud sounds. I look and can see it violently shaking, so much so it’s pulling away from the wall. It looked possessed and like it was about to explode!!
The cat was the first to shoot off! Thanks Moochie! Imani was immediately startled, wide eyed and crying from the shock of the awful sound and honestly I shit myself too! Since having Imani I’m much more cautious, jumpy, protective…all those things!
You know when you watch a horror film and the attacker breaks in through the back door, the victim always runs up the stairs instead of out the front door! I always shout at the TV “Why would you go upstairs….go for the front door!!”
Yeah, well I did exactly that! Holding Imani I shot up the stairs quicker than a rat up a drain pipe where I met Moochie. All three of us sat up there, wide eyed, equally as scared as each other and I’m cursing under my breath that of course it would bloody happen when hubby is away and I’m on my own!!
The noise stopped and we crept back downstairs. I put Imani in the bouncer in the living room whilst I popped my head round into the kitchen, still convinced it’s gonna explode!
Now in silence, the washing machine had moved as far from the mains as it could get, partially disconnected from the water pipe which is slowly starting to flood the kitchen and it’s drawer sticking right out! It reminded me of some kind of paranormal activity scene! Freaked myself out at just the thought so I called my neighbour! 🙊
They came over, turned the water to the washing machine off and unplugged it! Phew we’re safe!! I spent the next hour removing my drenched, half washed clothes from the washing machine (when I finally dared touch it 🙈) and mopping up the kitchen all whilst trying to entertain Imani!
The strangest thing is we only met our old neighbours that used to live across the road when I tried to fit the dishwasher when we first moved in. Which I successfully fitted by the way, I just forgot to turn the water off 😬! #KitchenFlooded. We couldn’t locate the stop tap and so my hubby ran across the road and knocked for help. That’s how we met our old neighbours and became friends! We were gutted when they moved out but the new neighbours were just as friendly, introduced themselves and swapped numbers. This was whilst I was still pregnant and since then life took over and we never actually met up or called them UNTIL tonight when I called them for help with the washing machine exorcism!!! How bizarre! Thank god for old school neighbours that are actually neighbourly 🙏🏻
So now I’m sat surrounded by washing already done but still wet on a clothes horse, half washed clothes drenched through that need washing again, two more loads of dirty clothes yet to be washed and a small pile of whites soaking in the mop bucket that we’ll call ‘Imani’s accident pile’ and NO washing machine! 😱
I then spent the rest of the evening with heightened over sensitive hearing, noticing every little sound saying to myself “it’s JUST a washing machine” 😫👻
On a positive note though, we could do with a tumble dryer but don’t have the space for one…now the washing machine is knackered we can get one of those washer/dryer combo things to replace it! Every cloud…😊