On Monday night when I got home from work, I immediately put a load of clothes in the washer. The reason I have to do this immediately is because, as I have stated before in previous posts, my dryer takes 3 hours to dry clothes and that is NOT an exaggeration.
So Grant got home from work, we went to the gym, and when we got back I started to cook dinner.
As I was making dinner, sweet Grantley came up and asked me if I needed any help with anything. Precious. So I told him that if he wanted to help me, he could transfer all the clothes from the washer into the dryer. "Sure thing" he said.
I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing (I was focused on the stove) but all of a sudden, Grant said "Well, the dryer's broken".
"What do you mean?"
"I broke the dryer".
"How did you do that? I just asked you to put clothes in it and press start"
"Well, I know you're always complaining about how long it takes, and it looks like the hose back there is all twisted, so I wanted to untwist it for you. But, I broke it instead".
".... okay.... so I can't dry those clothes tonight? They just have to stay wet?"
"Uh huh. I'll call maintenance tomorrow."
"Okay...." (inhale. exhale. He was trying to help. inhale. exhale.)
Sweet-darling-pumpkin-head is trying to help, I know, but this morning I cringed when I saw those wet clothes in there. The maintenance team is supposed to come sometime today. :)
Nice. Maybe it won't take 3 hours to dry clothes anymore, though!
I am thankful for my husband and his helpful, servant heart. :)