It worries me

that I'm stupidly excited about the fact I got a new washing machine.
Mine died on Saturday which sent me into a spin because, ya know, obviously babies create a lot of washing. (I think my washing machine killed itself due to the workload. I heard a faint cry of 'What did your last slave die of?' as it fizzled and died... honest)
We ordered a new one yesterday and it arrived today and now it is running a prewash in the kitchen. It has lots of new buttons and a timer facility so I can set it to work when we are out of the house without fear of it burning us down.

I think this means I'm officially a grown up.