When she first got an automatic washing machine, her sister-in-law asked what she was going to do with all the spare time she’d have.
I said I hoped she’d told her she’d be sitting down with a good book.
She didn’t but said it didn’t take long for her days to fill up and her to wonder how she’d ever had time to do everything else when she’d had to deal with her old wringer washing machine.
It reminded me of reading somewhere that the washing machine was the single most important invention that enabled women to stay in or rejoin the paid workforce.
It also reminded me to be grateful for my washing machine and the time it frees for me that was only enjoyed by mother after my brothers and I left home and that her mother never had.