On washing machines overstuffed and gaskets blown

“One more towel won’t hurt.”  I thought as I stuffed it into the already stuffed washing machine.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Drip. Drip. Drip.”  I heard just a few minutes later.  IN THE KITCHEN. I looked over at the sink, hoping to find a drippy faucet.  No such luck.  I looked up.  This is what I found:

That would be water, dipping through the kitchen ceiling.  (I have a second floor laundry.) From the washing machine.  Apparently, one more towel can hurt quite a bit.  It can blow a gasket.  Blown gaskets make big messes.

Upstairs there is a mountain of towels soaking up the water, downstairs is a bucket catching ceiling drips.  On the couch sits a woman feeling frustrated and convicted about the gaskets she’s blown in the past 2 days.  They haven’t ALL been in the washing machine.

Last night I had an argument at the dinner table that didn’t need to be,but was,  because I have yet to learn that it’s not necessary to say everything I think. I  over stuffed a conversation with my opinion and it blew a conversational gasket.

This morning, I decided to: dye my roots, shower and dress, knit a few rows, run the dishwasher, clean the kitchen counters, throw in a load of laundry, fold a load of laundry, put away a load of laundry and vacuum before church.  The result?  Much martyrdom mumbling accompanied the list. (“No one around here does anything but me.. Why can’t ANYONE ELSE, see what needs to be done, and DO IT?” My go-to momologue of martyrdom)  I overstuffed my schedule and blew my sabbath gasket, dripping toxic anger through the it’s ceiling all over my family.

As I wait for the ceiling to dry and the emotion to subside, I’m thinking about other times I’ve overstuffed things and caused blown gaskets.  There has been lots of overstuffed scheduling. (I can’t DO IT ALL.. I just think I can) I have overstuffed expectations for family and friends. I have overstuffed emotions that should have been expressed before I blew, and overstuffed a  tummy that has blown the gasket of my waistline.  The list goes on, and on.

Today- as I head to the laundromat, (which I’ll be doing a lot  for the next 7-10 business days, until the new gasket comes in and is installed.) I’m praying that I will think twice before stuffing one more towel into the washer, one more commitment into my schedule, or one more word into a conversation… I’d like to avoid another blown gasket anytime soon.

Dear Lord- Please forgive me for the gaskets I’ve been blowing and the messes I’ve been making.  I pray that you’d help me to STOP overstuffing, and save those around me from collateral gasket blowing damage. And Lord- I’m so glad you love me anyways. Amen.

FYI- if your ceiling ever springs a leak- POKE A HOLE in the drywall.  Let the water drain out.  Let t dry thoroughly. Fill the hole with spackling paste, let dry, sand and re-paint.  If the water leaves a stain, a coat of KILZ primer before painting may  be necessary. Works like a charm and saves you the time and money of an insurance claim and drywall repair. (Thanks to my mom- a retired insurance claim rep for that nugget of knowledge!)

3 thoughts on “On washing machines overstuffed and gaskets blown

  1. Syeira says:

    Excellent post. I’m so sorry about your washer, though!

    I’ve felt so often lately that I can’t take ONE MORE THING. I need to rest before I blow a gasket myself!

  2. singforhim94 says:

    Oh, Tracey! What a nugget of wisdom from an overflowing washer! I am so guilty of this, and this year, I scaled back on a lot of my commitments where I saw the Lord calling me. It’s hard to miss out on the “good” to hold out for the “best.”

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