Me: “OK, OK… stop arguing. At this point, I don’t care who said what. I just need the hallway cleared. Is there — or is there not — stuff in the hallway between your rooms?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Yes.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Yes.”
Me: “OK, then, who does it belong to?”
DM: “Not me.”
LMT: “Not me.”
Me: “Good! That makes it easy. Let’s gather it all up and give it to charity.”
DM: “I’ll do that right now!” (runs off)
LMT: “DON’T YOU DARE THROW AWAY MY THINGS!!!” (runs off)
Me: “I win.”
Just 1.5 hours and a lot of swearing saved us a $300 repair call.
Washer wasn’t draining so I accessed the drain trap. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? Nope.
This particular model has a handy dandy drain trap right at the foot of the front panel. But… Surprise! There is no panel on the front to open. And, to take off the full front panel, including the door and the seal to the washing barrel. And to take that off, you have to remove the control panel. And to take that off, you have to take off the entire top panel. And… to take that off you have to take off the entire back panel. Easy peasey, lemon squeezey.
So, 27 sheet metal screws later, I opened the drain trap and pulled out four quarters, two dimes, three hair bands, two sticks, a button, a packing peanut, one 8-inch necklace, and a large amount of fetid cat hair.
It smelled terrible and the work was a pain, but well worth $200/hr.
My Oldest, age 13: “I’m so glad you’re finally here to pick me up. It’s been like two weeks and I totally left my favorite bra and sweater at your house. Also, I mean… I love you very much. But mainly this is about the bra and sweater.”