Today I laundered my first load of baby clothes. I bought the special baby detergent (though didn't get the super expensive one) and I was ready to go. Since I'm starting up my hospital bag, I need to put some clothes in there for the baby. I want to make sure that I wash all the things for the baby before they're used.

So I picked out some outfits, burp cloths, socks (they're so tiny!) and receiving blankets for my first load. I threw it in the washer and decided to go to the grocery store to do some shopping since we're out of milk and I had a craving for some. It was about 11 at night, but I knew that the market was open til midnight. I wondered if it was a bad idea to leave the washing machine going while I was gone, but decided that it probably wouldn't catch fire or anything like that so it should be ok for the hour that I would be gone.

I got back, parked the car in the garage and went into the house through the garage. I was using the spare key for the car so I didn't have an actual key to the house, so the only way I could get in there was through the door in the garage.

I was worried about the ice cream that I had in the trunk, so I wanted to put my groceries away quickly. I opened the door into the house and *BAM*, the door would only open 1/8 of the way, too small for me to fit me and my big fat belly.

WTF!?!?!

I looked at the crack in the door and saw the culprit....

The laundry room is room you enter when you're entering the house through the garage. Sometimes when I do laundry, the washing machine shakes so much it moves from its place. Normally it's only a couple inches, but there have been times it's moved more than a foot.

To my dismay, this was one of those times. It had moved so much that it blocked the door. The way it had moved was so it was lodged between the door and the dryer.

I was stuck in the garage. I could move the washing machine a couple inches, but it was hard to manuever it around since I could really only stick in my arm. I stood there, wrestling with the door and the washing machine, but I was getting nowhere. I was trying to think of my options - I could call up my sister to bring her set of keys. Oh wait, I didn't have my cell phone. I could drive to my dad's place and pick up a set of keys from him, but it was almost midnight and I didn't want to drive any more. I could drive to my in-laws, but I didn't know if they were home or not. Dave was on call so he wouldn't be back til the morning.

And the most worrying thing was that my ice cream was melting!

I got a second wind of energy and was able to move the washer out of the way after several back and forth moves. I made sure not to use my stomach muscles because I was paranoid that I'd pop the baby out. Wouldn't that be something? Having my baby in the garage because I couldn't get in the house?

Happily, I was able to get in the house and throw my ice cream in the freezer. I left the rest of the stuff in there for Dave to get in the morning...I was too pooped!

Next time, I won't leave that sneaky washing machine on at home alone!

Posted by Yano at March 26, 2006 02:41 AM

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