We haven’t had a functioning dryer in the house since before our trip. The new one was delivered in our absence, but the Sears install monkeys couldn’t hook it up to the gas line, so we had to wait three weeks for someone from Irving to come out and do it. (There was voodoo involved with converting it from natural gas to propane, so it wasn’t just “attach gas line to back of dryer”, and I let the pros do it rather than risk Ultimate Exploding Death.) Then our canister vac’s motor died early last week, and I had to take it in to get it fixed. (Hooray for 3-year extended warranties.)
Now the dryer is operational, and I no longer have to spend part of my Dadcation at the laundromat to dry and fold the weekly laundry for two adults and two kids. And this morning, I’m driving out to West Leb to pick up our fixed vacuum, at which point our short, localized nightmare will be over.
I feel like it has taken me this long just to recover from our trip. Fun as it was to see friends and family again, it wasn’t exactly a relaxing experience.
Tomorrow we’re having friends over for Turkey Day…and on Saturday, I’ll chart a morning Dadcation course that doesn’t go anywhere near the laundromat, WalMart, or the regional Costco knockoff.