Last year, around January 2015, I had water from the laundry room floor that I could see only when I went into the basement and then thought the washer was leaking. Nope. I kept going to the basement to see exactly where the leak was coming from. Finally, I had a friend come and look over the washer. It was the connection on the water pipe! That was repaired. Soon, I still had a leak showing in the basement.
Only when it was enough to flood the laundry room did I realize it was the washer. It took months to get a new one, the one I finally got taken away Thursday.
Saturday was my first use. It seems fine, gives me plenty of water, and makes me happy. Now, the only thing left to do is to get the kitchen table moved back into place and put the ironing board behind the door. I cannot do either. The ironing board I might lift, but why make my back hurt for days when I can get my neighbor-friend to do it when he moves the kitchen table back into place.
There is plenty of room to walk into the laundry room and always has been, but the table always had to be moved for washer and dryer removal and delivery. So, when The Rest is done, things will be back to normal.
Did you ever have things out of place for so long that you wanted to scream? Remember the final relief? I am just about there.