Today, a load of laundry took 6 hours to dry. I am SO not kidding.
RIDICULOUS. I need to do 2-3 loads a DAY to stay up on things people. A DAY! So when my first and only load dries and dries and dries and never really gets dry, it's time to investigate.
Ultimately, with Derek (and Helper Henry) going under the deck, we concluded that a squirrel had moved in and clogged everything up. It was the only logical conclusion. The lint trap was clean, the tubes were all unclogged, etc. Squirrel was the ONLY thing left.
So, my brave, intrepid husband took the back off the dryer and started looking for Squeaky the Squirrel.
To our surprise, we found NO squirrels.
I know, right?
Sadder still, is the fact that we were downright surprised that there was NOT a squirrel in our dryer. Why else was everything SO FREAKING WET still?
Have I mentioned that our house is old and therefore creaky and like, NOTHING works right, EVER?
Anyway, no squirrel.
Spencer wanted to keep him as a pet.
It turned out to be nothing but a wicked bad lint-trap design (seriously, RIDICULOUS) combined with old ducting equaled insane amounts of lint-cloggage.
And now the cloth diapers are drying, and if, after 70 minutes they are not dry, I'm buying a new dryer. Tomorrow. I will go someplace and plunk down some money and make them give me a new dryer. Someplace where they haul away the old one. Yes, this is a good plan.
I am not joking.