My First World Problem

Have you heard of first world problems? Basically, you take a third world country's problem (war, famine, poverty) and put a rich, spoiled American spin on it (my maid is on vacation, my spa is out of my sparkling water etc.). Want to know my first world problem? My washer died and I had to go to the laundromat. GASP!

For many years pre-house, we did the whole laundry shlepping thing every Saturday morning. I always wanted to get it done early, not to mention have prime pick of the available machines. Now, having had a washing machine in my own home, I find I am spoiled and way too good to drag my pampered ass to the laundromat. Yes, I know that makes me sound uppity. I'm sorry. Get over it.

I miss my carefree laundry days. I could do a load of laundry on a Tuesday night or a Saturday morning. Monday after work or even a Sunday evening. I had my pick of options! All I had to do was cart the laundry basket down the hall and voila! Laundromat in a house.

The worst part? I took those carefree laundry days for granted. My washer was hard at work cleaning the filth off 5 people's clothing and did I once appreciate all the hard work it was doing for me? Not until it just up and died in the middle of a white load. (Which I had to wash again because it quit before the rinse cycle dammit.)

So now we're scouring Craigslist for used washers because, like any middle American household, we're pinching our pennies so tight they're screaming. If you've ever looked on Craigslist for anything, it's completely frustrating. People never take the damn listings down so you're basically looking at a list of things that were available. Now it's a list of sold items. No, really dude, I totally wanted to see something that I cannot ever have because you already sold it. I just like seeing what other people own that I do not. To covet from afar if you will. It's an awesome hobby of mine.

So far the only bonus I've found is that the entire household worth of laundry is done in 3 hours. Ok, I admit, that part's not so bad. So, if you see me panhandling for quarters, it's because those damn money sucking machines at the laundromat are wiping me out.