Whenever my husband is out of town, Murphy’s Law snaps to attention and attempts to sabotage any sanity I retain while trying to manage four children and the day to day responsibilities. Without fail, something interesting always happens during his absence. It might be as simple as tackling all of the meet the teacher/curriculum nights alone, or as drastic as going into pre-mature labor at 30 weeks with my son while my husband was literally on the other side of the world. (That was beyond interesting….) Just recently, my husband was out of town again, and without fail, my interesting event was a leaking washing machine. From sheer frugality, I spent hours googling the issue, watching YouTube videos, and dismantling part of the machine in attempt to resolve the problem. (Have I mentioned that my washer and dryer are located in my garage? And did I mention that it is currently hot and a bit muggy this time of year in Arizona??) Although I had diagnosed the issue and could pinpoint its exact location, I could not determine how to best produce a resolution without potential damage to the machine. Alas, a repairman was called. Thinking I had an expert on my hands, I naively accepted his differing diagnosis, but could NOT bring myself to accept the cost of his labor and parts. Sensing my distress, he was confident I could replace the part myself. And, my friends, that is exactly what I did! (Which took TWO trips to the appliance parts store because the repairman did not give me all of the correct information for the part supposedly needed.) Before you cheer my good fortune and shout “bravo” for tackling such a project, be advised that the replacement part did not fix the leaking issue. The repairman was wrong. (Insert a not happy emoji face.) Once again, I googled, and youtubed (is that even a verb?), and tinkered with the machine. Yet, once again, I could not deduce how to remove a particular hose from the actual tub to release what I knew must be a clog. Repairman number two was called. (Insert big sigh) Thank heavens for repairman number two. He listened to what I had done and found the clog exactly where I had predicted. Being correct in my deduction was a consolation prize for the crazy it had taken to get it fixed! The moral of the story? First, find a reliable repairman! Second, just accept that Murphy will at some point knock on your doorstep, so simply embrace the adventure. Do not be afraid to try something crazy (like fixing your washing machine), but never be too proud to admit that you need help. And most importantly, always laugh …. and then go write a blog so others can giggle a bit at your wacky circumstances.