Today the washing machine decided to show attitude. I threw in laundry, added detergent, pressed start, and went to make coffee.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom was an ocean. Foam slowly crept into the hallway like in a disaster movie. I stood with a rag, thinking: here it is — my personal storm.

Turns out I bought “for hand wash only” detergent. Of course. Reading small print is for married and attentive people)))

At some point I laughed out loud. If I had a man, maybe he would’ve fixed it. Or maybe we would’ve drowned together.

Here I am, knee-deep in bubbles, wet socks, thinking: at least I’m independent. And knowing how to turn off the water valve is a serious skill, bigger than flirting.

Conclusion: appliances test your resilience. And I think I’m passing this level!