What I Picked This Morning

There may be a pie in my future. 

Today’s drama involved the Child Lock Feature on my washing machine. What is it even doing there? Even when I had a child, he sure wasn’t interested in doing the laundry. Somehow during the wash cycle this option turned itself on and the dreaded lock icon is now the only thing visible on the dial. That means, yes, the machine is locked, with the wet clothes inside, until an approved technician can come and assess the situation. Perhaps on Friday, but when one calls to confirm the appointment there is a ten minute hold time, then a beep announcing that this person is not available, and, no, you can’t leave a message because their box is full. Goodbye. So my load of wet wash will be sitting in the machine til maybe Friday if we’re lucky; goodbye to that load—I can already smell the mildew. I read the manual, searched online, talked to the company’s help line: pushing the lock button twice does not release the function, so don’t tell me to try that again. Unplugging the machine does not reset it. I’m afraid the computer in there has lost its mind, and who knows if they can find a replacement. I’m sorry to lose the things that were in the wash, sorry I can’t do any more laundry, sorry modern life is such a convoluted mess. I know it’s just a stuck washing machine, but it’s also just one more thing in the pile, and that pile is getting kinda dense. I am trying to be grateful that no children can tamper with the machine now that it is locked down, but I just want my clean sheets.