And when the dryer sounded like a freight train passing by.
I was worried that it was broken!
I read the manual and it said to make sure it was level to the floor. And if it made noise, call for service.
What?! Oh no.
Where is hubby?
I did another load and still it was rumbling loudly.
Would we have to get a new machine? We just purchased a new fridge!
I checked behind the dryer and discovered it was very dusty. I moved it; swept the floor and cleaned the vents and exhaust hose. I also adjusted the level feet.
I put in the last load of clothes.
The dryer was very quiet.
Mr. O came downstairs and I thanked him for fixing the dryer.
He looked confused.
A.R said, "Mommy is commanding officer, chef, baker, nurse, caregiver, seamstress, personal assistant, barber, gardener, navigator, gamer, tech support worker, photographer, blogger, and service repair guy."
I laughed heartily as the boys took turns describing me.
Mr. O asked, "Is there anything you can't do?"
"See that? Mommy is the jack-of-all-trades!"