I woke up on Friday morning to begin a day of waiting on my new dryer to arrive. I was like a little kid at Christmas. Well, maybe more like a little kid who has already peeked at the presents and knows she’s getting something lame, like a pair of socks.
Or a Kenmore dryer.
The day before, Sears told me that they would call four hours in advance of the dryer delivery, which sounded kind of random but who am I to question the knowledgeable Sears staff? I waited all day for the big call, but it never came. So at 3:30, I called Sears to try figure out the whereabouts of my new dryer.
They informed me that it had left the storeroom and I should call the delivery company. Apparently, Sears outsources. I called the delivery company and they had no record of me. Or my dryer.
After several phone calls, it became apparent that Sears had lost my dryer. And, of course no one wanted to take responsibility so I got passed back and forth between several managers and assistant managers and assistants to the assistant manager. The only consistency was that they were all equally incompetent.
Finally, after a million details that I will leave out to save you from boredom (TOO LATE), I was informed that they could deliver the dryer on Sunday afternoon. Which would have been great if I hadn’t run out of underwear on Thursday.
Also, P and I had already carried the old dryer out to the porch. Where it sat for the next three days.
Oh yes. We do the neighborhood proud.
But the new dryer finally made it and was immediately put to the test because I had about 862 loads of laundry to wash and dry.
In other news from the weekend of the Labor Day, look who won first prize in the belly flop contest at the pool!
She wasn’t interested in entering until she saw that there would be actual medals awarded and then she couldn’t get in line fast enough. She had the eye of the tiger.
And the only reason I thought of that reference is because they actually played it at the pool yesterday. It was inspiring. Especially to a few middle-age dads who have taken to wearing spandex swimwear and goggles ever since the Olympics.
You know what they say, it’s never too late.
Except they lied.
It is too late.
Anyway, Caroline marched right up to the diving board and did the best belly-flop I have ever seen. And then, in an incredible moment of drama, it was announced that they would need to have a belly-flop off to determine the winner.
She didn’t let the pressure get to her. She kept her eye on that medal and did another spectacular belly-flop.
Everyone cheered as she stood on the diving board and accepted her medal.
Meanwhile, I sat and watched from the sidelines, thinking I know just how Debbie Phelps feels.
Except it wasn’t Beijing. Or the Olympics. Or any kind of world record performance.
But it was my baby sacrificing her belly to win the gold.