After the unfortunate car accident about three weeks ago, life decided to throw yet another challenge at me today—my washing machine broke down! And to think it’s not even two years old.
The problems actually began a few months back when water started leaking from the door. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was a minor issue that I could live with. But today, just minutes before the washing cycle was supposed to end, the machine came to a sudden halt.
And here I am, staring at a mountain heap of dirty laundry. Later, when Cass comes home from school, I’ll be heading to the laundry shop with her school uniform tucked inside the already overflowing bag of clothes. It feels so frustrating when the one electrical gadget I rely on most in the house decides to give up on me.
Thankfully, the washing machine technician is scheduled to come tomorrow. Fingers crossed that the problem can be fixed quickly. If not, I foresee many more inconvenient (and costly) trips to the laundry shop in the days ahead.
I really hate it when the washing machine breaks down—it’s truly the backbone of my household chores. Without it, everything feels so much more difficult.
Please, October—just be a little kinder to me, and to my wallet.
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| My soul cat, chilling in Alycia's room. Alycia had been away for 2 weeks, holidaying in Hatyai and Bali. |
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