Rainy Day Ramblings

You know that saying "You Don't Know What You've Got Til It's Gone"? I'm so in the middle of that feeling right now. Our washer, which isn't even a year old yet, went kaput in the middle of a load of laundry last week. I called the repair man and he said it was going to be a week atleast until he could get out here.
You know what that means right?
I have to go to the laundry mat. And to make it worse, I have to go with a two year old. There are a million of other painful things I would rather do than go to the laundry mat with every article of clothing we own dirty in a twenty baskets with a two year old. Plucking out every hair on my head comes to mind.
The dynamic of the laundry mat is something that both amazes me and confuses me. You have the scarey old ladies who act like they've spent enough money there that they own atleast three of the washers. And God help you if you even think about using on of their washers.
Then you have the stinky guy who came in, put a load in the washer but kept a basket of dirty clothes next to him. I was confused by this until I saw him take a clean pair of jeans out of the dryer, take his dirty pair off, put the clean pair on, and then he put the last basket of laundry in the washer. He really wanted every stitch of clothing he owned clean.
Then there was the lady who came in and used up six washers to wash a rug in each one. And they weren't big rugs they were like throw rugs that you would throw in front of your front door for people to wipe their feet on. Surely she could have put two in each washer and left some for the rest of us.
My time spent there is precious time I will never get back, and thanks to my son and the old ladies giving me the evil eye, I'm a step closer to crazy because of it.
The good news is that I'm sitting here waiting for the repair man to come and fix my washer as we speak. Of course he gave me the hours of "Between 10 and 5" so I'm sure he'll be here as soon as he possibly can.

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In other news, the chickens are still in my bathtub. They are kind of starting to drive me crazy. Every time you walk into the bathroom they start to peep like crazy. Nobody can do their business when you're being peeped at.
The good news is that by Saturday they will be old enough to be moved outside to the garden shed where they will be kept warm by two heat lamps and kept safe. Thank goodness!
I keep remembering going on visits to one of my grandparents friends who would have to shoo the chickens off of the couch to give you a place to sit down. I do not want to go there!

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Eli is doing suprisingly well to for being so young. We've only had a few accidents in the house and so far he hasn't torn anything up or eaten any of the chickens in the tub. I think that's pretty successful, right?