I know I incessantly chatter about major (and some minor) appliances on here, but as I am a housewife, they are a pretty big part of my life. If they are not cooperating, my frustration builds. When my frustration builds, I get cranky. And when I get cranky, you are likely to hear about it.
Well, several months ago my dryer started making an awful squeal. I liken it to a cat in heat. Mr. Incredible assured me it was the belt slipping and told me not to worry my pretty little head. I dutifully said, "okay" and learned to keep the door to the laundry room shut most of the time. And this worked for us until Monday.
On Monday, I thought I heard someone chewing rocks atop the a cat in heat in my laundry room. Children wailed, "Please, Mama, make it stop." It really was excruciating, and even though my humble home has two levels and a good bit of square footage, we could not escape the torment.
I wanted to make it stop but, the clothes were sopping. I was unable to relieve our agony until the load was dry. The rock chewing continued for about the next hour.
Although my faith in his abilities was a little shaky, Mr. Incredible bought the parts, disassembled the dryer, sucked up all the lint and made it good as new for about $60. There were not even any leftover parts. And no cussing or throwing of wrenches or pliars. Pretty much a miracle. And now, my laundry room is free of fertile felines and rock biters, and I am grateful to press start and slowly walk out of the laundry room without fear of hearing loss. It's a beautiful thing. Enjoying the silence.