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My Husband Refused to Buy a New Washing Machine and Told Me to Wash Everything by Hand, Because He Promised His Mom a Vacation Instead


A Wake-Up Call: The Day Laundry Changed Everything

Six months postpartum, running on little sleep and overwhelmed with endless baby laundry, I expected my husband to understand when our washing machine broke. Instead, he barely glanced up from his phone and shrugged.

“Just wash everything by hand—people did it for centuries.”

That moment made me realize something had to change.

The Endless Laundry Pile

Before having a baby, I never imagined how much laundry one tiny person could generate. Every day became a cycle of feeding, cleaning, comforting a fussy infant—and washing. So much washing.

Tiny onesies, burp cloths, blankets, and bibs filled our hamper daily. On a good day, I managed to keep up. On a bad day, I lost count.

So, when the washing machine sputtered, let out a grinding noise, and stopped mid-cycle, I panicked. I pressed buttons, unplugged it, plugged it back in. Nothing.

When my husband, Billy, came home, I wasted no time.

“The washing machine stopped working,” I told him.

“Huh?” He barely looked up from his phone.

“We need a new one soon.”

Billy sighed. “Not this month.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I already promised to help pay for my mom’s vacation. She really deserves it.”

I stared at him. His mom’s vacation?

Billy continued. “She’s been helping out with the baby. I thought it’d be nice to do something for her.”

Helping out? His mother came over once a month, sat on the couch, watched TV, and ate the dinner I cooked. That wasn’t babysitting.

“Billy, when was the last time she even changed a diaper?”

Billy hesitated. “That’s not the point.”

I let out a short laugh. “Oh, I think it is.”

He rubbed his face. “Look, can’t you just wash everything by hand for now? People did it for centuries.”

I stared at him. Handwashing everything, on top of everything else I was juggling? But I knew arguing wouldn’t change his mind.

So, I exhaled and said, “Fine.”

A Test of Patience

The first load wasn’t too bad.

I filled the bathtub with soapy water and started scrubbing. My arms ached, but I convinced myself it was temporary.

By the third load, my back throbbed, my fingers were raw, and there was still more to do—towels, bedsheets, Billy’s work clothes.

Every day became a battle against exhaustion. Scrubbing, wringing, hanging clothes to dry, all while caring for our baby.

Billy didn’t seem to notice.

One night, after another long day, I collapsed onto the couch beside him. My hands ached.

Billy glanced over. “You look tired.”

I let out a small laugh. “Gee, I wonder why.”

He turned back to the TV.

Something clicked in my mind.

Billy wasn’t going to understand unless he experienced the inconvenience himself.

A Lesson in Perspective

The next morning, I packed his lunch like always—but instead of his usual meal, I filled his lunchbox with stones. Right on top, I placed a folded note.

Then I kissed his cheek and sent him off to work.

At 12:30 PM sharp, Billy stormed through the front door, his face red with frustration.

“What is this?!” He slammed his lunchbox onto the counter.

I turned from the sink, wiping my hands on a towel. “What do you mean?”

He opened the lid, revealing the pile of rocks. Then he read the note out loud:

“People used to hunt for their own meals. Make fire with stones and cook it.”

His jaw tightened. “Are you serious?”

I crossed my arms. “Oh, so it’s frustrating when you’re the one inconvenienced?”

Billy exhaled sharply. “This is childish.”

I met his gaze. “Is it? When I told you I couldn’t go weeks without a washing machine, you dismissed it. You thought I’d just deal with it, no matter how exhausting it was.”

He looked away, rubbing his neck.

“I’m not asking for a vacation, Billy. I’m asking for something basic—something that makes life manageable.”

Silence.

Finally, he muttered, “I get it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

He sighed. “Yeah. I do.”

I let his words settle before turning back to the sink.

“Good. Because if you ever put luxury over necessity again, you might just have to make fire with those stones.”

A Change for the Better

That evening, Billy was quiet. No TV, no small talk—just deep thought.

The next morning, something unexpected happened.

His alarm went off earlier than usual. He got dressed quickly and left the house without a word.

I didn’t ask where he was going. I just waited.

That evening, I heard the unmistakable sound of a large box being dragged through the doorway.

A brand-new washing machine.

Billy didn’t say anything. He just set it up, checking the hoses, adjusting the settings—no complaints, no excuses.

When he finished, he finally looked up. “I get it now.”

I watched him for a moment, then nodded.

“Good.”

And just like that, the lesson was learned.

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