A few weeks ago Shaun was traveling for work, and I realized (with ten loads of laundry saved up), that the washing machine wasn't working. Now, we knew there was a bunch of socks/undies stuck under the drum of this thing because it STUNK to high heaven when we used it and little scraps of my Victoria's Secret underthings were sticking out of the bottom of the inner drum. But, it kept limping along, so we just took things out immediately after washing so they wouldn't stink and made festive confetti out of the lacy bits. This particular night, all I heard after pressing start was a revving noise and no action
. I was pretty pissed because this washer and dryer are just 4 years old and were #1 on the Consumer Reports 'best buys.' Turns out there are several websites dedicated to hating (and wanting a class action lawsuit against) this particular set. Awesome. I did what any normal chick would do...I came home on my lunch break the next day and tried to take the damn thing apart in dress pants. First, I turned off the water. Riveting photo, I know.
Then I put a bucket down to catch the spillage, and unfastened the water connectors on the unit to make sure the washer was getting water.
Of course, there was nothing wrong here because there are these nice little mesh screens inside. Duh.
Then I unscrewed the top of the back part and found myself staring at electrical stuff with no clue if anything was out of place or messed up. Duh, again.
So then I tried to pry the top of the washer up to get access to the drum. I used a screwdriver, a scraper, and some other random tools to try to pop the clamps holding it down, but I could not get them to release and was afraid I would damage the paint. I did what you'd expect me to do, I cried for a while and ate my feelings (they tasted like ice cream) before heading back to work. But LO, through some kind of miracle, a coworker friend offered up her husband to come take a look at it that night. Yes, please!!! He had that top up in no time.
Then, the bottom was unscrewed, and the drum came out. That's Jeff, the man who saved my sanity, and the best husband (that's not mine) ever.
With the drum removed, you could see all the socks floating in the cesspool of old water at the bottom of the tub. It smelled worse than a diaper blowout.
And, I about died when this man I have only met one other time in my life pulled my destroyed undies out. That would be the mess of pink elastic in the middle of this pile:
Oh, and all these socks came out of the water, too...
After all the socks were removed, he put things back together and ran a cycle.
It ran for a while, and as it was going, I could see the drum spinning through the white plastic tub. I find it strange that the only thing holding up that heavy drum is some cables and a plastic tub. Jeff put the back panel back onto the washer and then, of course, it stopped running.
When the unit stopped again, Jeff tilted the whole thing forward and scouted around the waste water hose - and pulled out the longest sock I've ever seen!
That sock had completely blocked the waste hose and was preventing the washer from emptying, which in turn made the mechanical process stop. The washer was sort of 'drowning' in old water, I guess you could say. I'm happy to say that it's fixed now, but unfortunately there is not much I can do to prevent this problem. There are no screens to prevent items from going over the sides of the drum, or into the waste hose. For now, I've been making sure all smaller items are at the bottom of the washer so they can't jump ship, and all REALLY small items like baby socks and bibs are being washed in a mesh laundry bag. It sucks that I should have to do that. For once, I would love to just have something work without any special workarounds in place. Do things like that even exist anymore?
To close my bitchfest, here is a photo of me and peanut at the scene of the crime. Yep, I have a mirror in my gross cinderblock laundry room. It's so I can check out my fine self while washing clothes. SNORT.