You know those times when just one thing after another keeps going wrong? So often that it becomes comical?
That’s how my Sunday started a couple weeks ago.
It started out as a relaxing morning. My husband was playing with our son, so I decided to take care of a few chores before people came over to watch the Seahawks game.
I went to the basement and started a load of laundry like I normally do on Sunday mornings. I loaded and started the machine like normal and moved on to doing some other minor chores nearby. Then a few minutes later, I looked at my feet.
“Uhhh… why is there water on the ground?” I thought to myself. I quickly discovered the source: the washing machine.
My husband came barreling down the stairs to my panicked yells. He unhooked all the water supplies and pulled the machine away from the wall as I dashed around the basement dropping rags between the rapidly-expanding puddle and our cat litter boxes.
It ultimately turned out to be a simple problem: the drum inside the washing machine was all the way forward, meaning water was splashing behind it and down the inside of the machine during filling. But in trying to determine the problem, my husband decided to dump the washing machine on its side while it was still half-full, flooding the basement even more than the initial deluge.
(And we’re ignoring the fact that I suggested emptying the washing machine before tipping it over.)
Then, my darling husband, got frustrated and started throwing things out of the way of the again-rapidly-expanding puddle, and inadvertently threw a bag of sugar. A bag of sugar that exploded on the carpet in “Man Land.”
I covered our basement floor in every rag and towel we had available in the house. Then I moved on to vacuuming up the exploded sugar, only to have the vacuum cleaner die for the 50th – and final – time in its life.
Looking back, I should have started laughing at this point. But I didn’t until I went to shower an hour later and remembered all the towels were on the basement floor. By the time I was trying to dry my hair with a washcloth, I was giggling enough for my husband to hear me through the bathroom door.
Sometimes, you just have to take a step back, throw your hands up, and laugh at life.
What situations have you been in that seemed like the end of the world, only to turn into a comical story later on?
Hi, I’m Kira. I joined Verity in early 2012 after a seven-year stint as a newspaper reporter. While I never thought my career path would veer off in this direction, I am loving my time at Verity. I recently moved from being a member services representative at the Alderwood Branch to being the marketing coordinator for the credit union.
I’m originally from Texas, but I have lived all over the country and the world, including Boston, Massachusetts, Anchorage, Alaska and Sydney, Australia. But in all my travels, the Pacific Northwest is the only place that has felt like home.
When not at work, I am usually home with playing with my son, husband, dog and three cats. During the rare times I don’t have a to-do list to plow through (and it’s not raining too hard), I can be found digging in the vegetable garden, training for a half-marathon, or grilling in the backyard.