So the stove works, but now the washing machine is on strike. (how very French of it) I know I run it at least 4 hours a day every day… but it’s still only 17 months old. It should work.
Today I decided to tackle Kaitlyn’s hamper. After a while, I started wondering why it hadn’t beeped at me yet to let me know it was done. I looked; it was on the last part of the cycle. I kept on cleaning the kitchen. It seemed like a lot more time had passed. I looked; it was on the last part of the cycle. I finished cleaning the kitchen and swiffering (I refuse to mop) the floors. I looked; the damn thing is still on the last part of the cycle. It’s been stuck there for at least 30 minutes. Maybe 40. So I turned the washer off. But the door is still locked, so I cannot get the wet, hopefully clean, clothes out to put into the dryer.
Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad. I could cook in the oven. I can’t use the oven to wash clothes.