This new replacement washer started making this horrible clanky sound on the spin cycle. It sounded like something had broken off and was now tumbling around in the bottom of my washer.
Being a woman of curiosity I thought I should give a little look-see to the inner workings of my washer...this was my first mistake. Needless to say after about three hours of disassembling and reassembling my washer I FINALLY found out the problem. A broken spring on the tension pulley. I then did what anyone of the digital generation would do..yup, I googled it. Soon to find out that this little spring is quite easy to replace. I should save my money and do it myself. So, I order the part, select 2 day shipping and wait. Today the part came at 12:30. I was excited! I had a photo session scheduled for 4:30 so I had PLENTY of time to dig right in and fix this thing. Second mistake was thinking this.
Long story short, in the process of pulling the pulley off of it's mount, I lost the retainer ring. So when I finally got the new spring on and loaded, I had nothing holding it up. I tried everything! Remind you I am doing all this while laying on my laundry room floor. I do believe at one point God and I had a "come to Jesus" where I asked Him what exactly I had done wrong that He needed to teach me a 5 hour long lesson. I think He and I had this conversation about 3 times before I ended up a crying mess on the floor. I don't give up though. I get the pulley on there, get the belt back on and give this thing a whirl. Both washers fall of but the pulley stays in it's place. The tension of the belts is holding it on....PRAISE JESUS! NOOOOT to fast. I being Sean Huetson's wife realize that if I use my washer and it does fall off due to my "quick fix" it could do more damage. UGH, why do I have to be responsible? Why do I have to worry about having funds to replace it if it does break. So, I get on the computer and tell my husband to hop on skype hoping he will have some grand way of teleporting through the computer and fixing it for me. It pretty much just takes the site of him for me to become yet another puddle of crying Pattie. In that moment I just wanted him to rescue me. It was crazy. I usually get upset with him when he steps in and tries to help. I see it as him saying I am weak and can't do it myself. This time was different. I cannot put into words how much I wanted him to come fix this for me and make it better. Both the washing machine and myself. You know what he did while I sat there and cried....exactly what I have always wanted him to do. He sat there silently, let me have my moment. Not trying to tell me what to do, or verbally fix it. He listened, knowing that's exactly what I needed in that moment. Waiting for me to let it out then move on. OH how I love that man! After talking it over and him saying hello to the kids, I got a second burst of wind and went to try using safety wire where the retainer should be. By this time I had already called Sears and ordered the retainer (it will be here friday). But I needed a fix until then. My laundry was multiplying and threatening to pull off a mutiny.
So I am laying there trying to get my fat fingers with the pliers in this thing and it just isn't working. Then the thinner washer falls off and it hits me. I need to make this thing smaller. I grab my metal cutters and snip a portion of the washer off. It now looks like a "C" so I then use pliers to bend it to look like an "O" I say a prayer (one of about 100 during this ordeal) and snap it on....and it stays! I take my nails and try to pull it off to make sure it's secure. It doesn't fall off! I plug the washer in and start the spin cycle. No clunking AND it stayed on. I do believe at this point I kiss the washer and high five the girls. We put the door back on, and I start doing my laundry. All is back to normal. No more excitement for me please.
So now as I sit here and think about today and all the times I questioned God. Asking why it wasn't working, why it was so hard, why are my hands getting scrapped and cut for this, I am humbly reminded of a man name Job. Who even in his darkest hour, far worse than anything I had gone through today, he praised the Lord. He gave him glory, not grief. God gave me this opportunity to praise Him and instead I questioned Him. I have so much to learn. Thankfully I have a great teacher who is willing to spend 5 hours teaching me.............
1 Thessalonians 5:18
Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
(((BIG HUG))) SO glad you were able to get everything worked out!
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