Last Friday was pretty much like any other diaper laundry day. I started with my cold prewash. While I waited for the cycle to finish I played around with Monkey. After a while I noticed a strange sound coming from the washer so I went to investigate the issue. I played around with it until I realized that my washer was broken. The darn thing wouldn't spin! I had a full load of dirty, dripping wet diapers in a broken washer full of poopy water. Luckily the washer (even though it wouldn't spin) would still drain the water. After I got the thing drained, I pulled out all the diapers (dripping water on the floor as I did so) and put them all in the bathtub. Luckily our bathroom is right by the washer and dryer, so it wasn't too far to haul the heavy basket back and fourth. Now what was I supposed to do? I had a bathtub full of diaper laundry that needed cleaned, because I didn't know when my washer would be fixed.
I had my husband go to our apartment office to let them know the washer was broken. Unfortunately, they have someone else (besides their own maintenance staff) who fixes the washers/dryers and they are about an hour or so away. So we knew our washer would be out of commission until at least Monday. I had two choices, either find somewhere to wash my diapers or wash them by hand in the bathtub. I chose washing them in the tub, I mean, how hard could it be? Right...
Oh how wrong I was. So, so wrong! I spent roughly 2.5 hours going through my normal wash routine by hand. It was so time consuming, especially with taking breaks to nurse my little guy back to sleep. It was also extremely tiring. Leaning over the bathtub for that long playing in poop, sounds tiring just thinking about it.
I did my prewash in cold water and let them sit for about ten minutes. After that, I drained the water and made sure to wring every last drop of water out. Then I filled the tub with hot water and soap and added the diapers once there was a good amount of water. I let them sit in the soap and hot water for about ten minutes (probably longer since I had to nurse my little man to sleep) then did the same as before. I drained the water and was sure to wring them each out, individually, every single last drop of water I could manage. By this point, I was exhausted from head to toe and just wanted to snuggle my baby and sleep. Finally I filled the tub again with water that was slightly warm, but mostly cold since I used all the hot water for the wash, and let those sit just for a bit. I realized after filling the tub a little bit that I just needed a good rinse and I needed to wring them out and rinse them individually. So I let the water out and started rinsing and wringing them out one by one.
At this point, I'm not sure I had much left in me to finish. Honestly, to those moms who do this every time they do diaper laundry, I am thoroughly impressed! I was tired and frustrated, no, not tired... I was completely exhausted. I had nothing left in me. I wasn't even halfway through the rinsing process when my hands and forearms were screaming back in disapproval. I pushed through the aching pains and finished, finally! I put the inserts in the dryer and put the shells on the drying rack. I was so proud of myself for accomplishing this major task. However, when I got up the next day, I realized the diapers were still soaking and not smelling (or looking) clean at all. I was so frustrated. Here I spent so long washing them, taking time away from spending with my son, I wanted to cry.
I sorted them, shells in one pile, inserts in another. I figured I could wait until Monday when they fixed the washer and do two separate loads since there was no way by Monday, I'd be able to wash them all at once. Monday finally got here and they still didn't come to fix our washer.
Tuesday came and went the same exact way. Today my husband went back down to ask them and they said they'd send them down, but they wouldn't be able to do it until around 4pm. That was fine, I just wanted it fixed. Well, surprise, surprise... it's still not fixed! I'm beyond furious at this point. I'm thankful for my Mom for allowing me to monopolize her washer's time for my diaper laundry. She even cooked some delicious meatloaf. I know, my Mom is super awesome!
So at this point, I still have a broken washer but luckily I have a big enough stash that I'm set on diapers for a few days at a time. I'm not sure what the plan will be if it's not fixed before I have to wash diapers again. I will probably go to the apartment office myself, call whomever is supposed to fix my washer and let them know exactly how I feel. I'm pretty bummed right now though, since I got a new diaper in the mail today and I can't wash it (or any other laundry for that matter) because my washer is broken... STILL.