Coming, Dryer

I feel like I have a baby who keeps waking up in the middle of night needing feeding or changing. Only it happens during the day. And it's not crying that fills my ears, it's rapid plaintive beeping. Every few minutes. Yesterday it was every 4 minutes and 23 seconds religiously. Today it varies: every 1, 2, 3, 4, or 7 minutes. My poor dryer is deluded. It thinks the lint filter needs cleaning that often. There's nothing in there, honey! If I don't go and open and close the dryer (or turn it off and on again), it stops after those few unhappy beeps.

This makes getting anything else done quite challenging. I guess it's the interrupted lifestyle that makes me think of my baby days. Baby cries, needing something, and everything else is pushed to the side.

I'm babysitting my dryer. So right now, I am actually sitting on a stool in the laundry room. I've gotten tired of all that walking back and forth, hoping this time it will be a longer interlude sans beeping. I do need these clothes to get dry.

How glad am I that the dryer doctor is arriving tomorrow morning between 10:30 and 11am. Which is between the Grade 3 (excuse me, there's the dryer beeping again)...parent meeting and the new parent orientation with the school counsellors, helping families with the transition of moving to a new country and new school at the same time. They do keep us busy.

In the meantime, I've taken to talking to my dryer while I'm walking towards it.

"Here I am, dear! I'm coming. It's going to be okay. Just keep drying. One turn after another...there. You'll be fine."