Thursday, March 24, 2011

Here's a riddle for you...

What do lint, a pen, a hanger, and a screwdriver have in common?

They were all a part of my domestic handy-woman adventure last night.

As you know, if you've been reading lately, I've been trying to do a better job of keeping our house clean. Or at least presentable. Part of my plan for this is doing at least one load of laundry every day. The best time for me to do this is usually at night while everyone is sleeping. I can get it in the washer, move to the dryer, and fold/hang and put away all at one time without getting sidetracked. This works way better for me than to try to do a load throughout the day. I usually end up forgetting it in the washer when I try that method.

So, anyway, last night I was moving clothes around and noticed that there was lint where the lint trap goes. I stuck my hand down in the hole to get it, but I couldn't get all of it. Being the brilliant and resourceful woman that I am, I decided to get a pen to try to reach the rest of it.

Bad idea.

I dropped the pen. It went down into the big space between the trap and the dryer. It was dark.

At first I couldn't see it (and I even considered running the dryer anyway!) and worried that I would have to get a repairman to come find it. I really, really, really wanted to wake Cole up - it was about midnight at this point - to make him fix it ask him sweetly to help me, but I decided that wasn't the best course of action.

I saw a hanger nearby and unwrapped the top so I could try to sorta scoop the pen out. That wasn't working as well or as quickly as I had hoped, so I moved on.

I decided the only way to get the pen out was to take the lint trap thingy off the dryer. This is where my brilliance really came through. I am not handy at all. Seriously. I don't like to tinker with things. I don't like to fix things. That's why I got married. :) (Ok, I loved him too, but the fixing of things was a big plus.)

But, I pulled out that screwdriver like I knew exactly what I was doing. Right tighty, lefty loosy. See...this isn't hard. I got the two screws out that I thought would be the answer to my little predicament. I was wrong. It didn't budge. Ugh. I couldn't find any other screws I thought might help, so I stopped being handy.

I picked up the hanger again to give it another go. This time I stuck with it for a little longer, and I was able to push the pen up high enough to reach it with my other hand. Whew!

I put the lint trap back in and continued on with my life.

Thank goodness my mom is coming to town tomorrow so I won't have to try to clean again for a bit. It's getting dangerous.

1 comments:

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First: I totally LOVE your labels for this post, Rediculousness and Attempts to Organize, lol.

Second: I KNEW this had to do with a washing machine or a dryer, why? I don't know, but I just knew it : )