I feel like this is a new game I’m playing. How many times can I replace an eighty-nine-cent part on the washer before we replace the 11-year-old machine?
The feed dogs on the agitator wear down really fast. Either they’re shoddy plastic parts, or I try to cram too much stuff into the washer. With 6 people to wash for, I’m betting on the latter, but not discounting the former. This is either the 4th or 5th time I’ve replaced these little parts.
I know it’s time to change the little guys out when the jeans load does that junior high slow dance move – you know…just moves back and forth a little bit and maybe in a circle a little. I pull off the top of the agitator, raid Hubs’s toolbox for the right size socket, take out the bolt/screw thing, dump the old dogs and put in the new. The whole process only takes 5 minutes, and the only reason it takes that long is because I usually have to break up a sibling fight in the middle of the job.
Most of me is smug and happy in the knowledge that it was a minor thing to fix our washer, and that I figured it out the first time and have fixed it every time, but a tiny part of me wants it to BREAK for real so that I can get a new machine. I don’t want a front-loader – I want one of those top-loaders without the middle agitator. They can hold the biggest loads. By an impressive .1 cubic foot. Or something like that. How much laundry does .1 cubic foot translate to, anyway?
After doing some impressive math with cube roots and such, I have determined that .1 cubic foot is roughly one pair of Kid #3’s jeans, size 6x. So, yeah…
Fixing the washing machine has given me such confidence that I have also fixed the automatic pencil sharpener when it started going wonky. Who knows what my next fix-it project will be? The VCR? (Yes, we still have one of those. I’m afraid to fix it, though, because replacing that dinosaur would be pricey since they don’t sell them at Wal-Mart anymore.)