And then the detergent is in powder form, which I've never used before. I scoured that box for directions, but found none other than a picture of a measuring cup, which appears to hold water.
After taking my best educated guess on how to proceed, I put in the detergent, chose my settings, and pressed start. Nothing happened. I pressed start again. Nada. Five minutes later the machine started beeping away in a tone that can only be translated as yelling “What are you doing, you stupid American?”. Finally I got it to start, though if you asked me to replicate the action, I’m not sure that I could. After the cycle was over, the machine yelled again that it was time to put the clothes in the dryer.
The dryer which is outside in the shed. Outside where it’s pouring rain and 45 degrees. But I figure, when in Scotland, do as the Scots do, and since the Scots seem to widely ignore the rain I loaded my wet clothes into a grocery bag and headed out. I stood in the rain for a few minutes while trying to unlock the shed with every key on the keychain.
When I finally got inside, I loaded my clothes in, fixed all my settings, and then realized I didn’t know how to start the thing. I stared at that machine until my fingers nearly froze off and could not figure it out. Seriously, either this dryer didn’t have a start button or I am the stupidest person alive.
So in a frustrated temper tantrum I started yanking my clothes out of the dryer and in my haste dropped half of them on the ground. On the ground which was covered in freshly mowed grass. Freshly mowed grass which then stuck to all of my wet clothes, which basically deemed the entire experiment a gigantic waste of time and energy.
I salvaged a few items that didn’t fall on the floor and I am now doing as several of the Scots do and hanging them out to dry. Except that it’s raining outside, so I’m actually hanging them in.
I’m turning out to be a really pathetic housewife. I feel like I’ve been pretty strong throughout this whole ordeal, but I’m ashamed to admit that when I couldn’t figure out that dryer, I felt the sting of tears filling my eyes. Of course it wasn’t just the laundry that had me upset. I am overstimulated with new experiences. Every day, I am learning an entirely new way of doing daily tasks and sometimes it’s just exhausting, especially when I fail to learn quickly and end up feeling incompetent. And of course the fact that I’m jetlagged and freezing doesn’t help much with my frustration either.
Update: when Jonathan got home, he too could not figure out how to start the dryer. However, it took him about 60 seconds to realize there was no power at all in the shed, which led him to follow the extension cord from the dryer to the power source which was inside the house, in the kitchen.
Once he flipped the switch, the dryer came right on.
It made me feel a bit better about my intelligence because I know I never would have figured that out in a hundred years. That’s why I married an engineer, which was really pretty smart of me, dontcha think?