Domestic

So, I purchased a new washing machine this week and it has the wash capacity of 11kg.  This amazes and excites me greatly.

It was delivered on Wednesday but due to Jurgens "busy" schedule he couldnt really install it until yesterday. 

The opening ceremony was incredibly successful.  You know the one, where you have to remove plastic covering, polystyrene, wood, a bit more plastic, strips of plastic "ribbon" that would cut your hand off at a moments notice, all the while the children and me are waiting in awe for the "final reveal".  This beauty of white metal and space ship buttons emerges.  It took our breath away.  And it definately took Jurgens breath away whilst he was trying to wedge it into the washing machine hole.

Its beautiful.  A real work of art.  I was more excited than I have ever been to do washing. 

And here it is.......




I will just let you catch your breath.....

The problem is I have suddenly realised how boring I have become.  What happened to me that I now find the look of a washing machine exciting?    I used to think I was cool but now I'm, dare I say it,  DOMESTICATED.  Shit, that hurts.  

It has taken over in all walks of my life.  I had to purchase a double oven due to the hugeness of my family and my inability to cook one meal in a reasonable timescale on a single oven.   This massively excited me.  This cooker, this image of gorgeousness took over my life.   I chose it with incredible care.  I read up on it and the things it could do.  5 years ago I would have chosen the cheapest option in the shop even if it came with a warning that said it would burn all your food all the time.   But, now I care about the these things waaaaayyyyyy tooo much.

Jurgen is working today and I have telephoned him four times already to tell him the genius things my washing machine can do.   Four times.  He is not quite as excited as me but who cares?  He needs to know.  I now need to ring him again just to explain the machine is so quiet that I didn't think it was working.  That means that the spin won't rattle the very timbers of my house.  He is going to love me interupting his work day to explain this little tidbit...

We are off on holiday this week and I can practically do all the washing in one sitting as opposed to 25 mad, mental washes that cause me a great deal of stress.  Genius.  And.... the weather is beautiful so I am managing to get in dried outside... this information is almost orgasmic to me!!

My weekends used to be filled with hard core partying.  Proper weekends passing in a haze of music and dancing.  Now I look forward to nothing better on a Saturday night than browsing through a catalogue of domestic appliances...

What happened to me? 

I wouldn't change me for all the dishwashers in China....