Shouts of "Come upstairs! Quick!" and "This is so awesome," peppered our afternoon as we did our first load. We would have liked to have watched more laundry spinning around, but due to the washer's large capacity, we simply ran out of dirty stuff. On Monday Ethan was eager to wash his own load. He had fun pushing the buttons to get the settings just right. Unfortunately, when the load was done, he found he'd inadvertently washed his Nintendo DS. A complete loss.
Now, after 5 days, the Laundry Channel has lost some of its cache. In fact, Ethan hasn't been back to the laundry room since the Nintendo DS tragedy and I expect won't be until clean clothes become important to him. I'm guessing 3 years?
I, on the other hand, still get a little excited when there are enough dirty things in the laundry basket to wash another load. I carefully dry the gasket and the inside of the door of the washing machine with a little towel so we don't get a mildewy smell. I lovingly wipe fingerprints off the shiny surface and windowed door. I sneak a peak at it's sleek newness every time I pass by.
Give me another week and I'm sure I'll be over it.