Feel My Pain, Part 2

I don’t live in an ancient house, but it’s not new, either. It’s very small, so the washer and dryer are in the kitchen. The drain pipe for the washer is in the corner behind the stove. For years, it was draining properly, but in the last year, the drain pipe is draining slower than the washer. So this means whenever I do a load in the washer, I have to listen carefully and run into the kitchen to turn off the washer, let the water in the drain pipe go down, then click the machine on again. I do this about two dozen times per load. I had a friend clean out the sewer pipe last January, and that didn’t solve the problem, and neither did Roto Rooter when they came out two months later, in March. Not even after they had to bring out a special machine that would add several thousand pounds of pressure to blow the crap in the pipes out. I don’t have the luxury of throwing a load in the wash and doing something else, like taking a nap or running errands. I have to babysit the washer, or else the water will overflow the outtake drain pipe and flood the kitchen floor. The house probably needs new plumbing, new floors, new windows and probably several other things, but unless I win the lottery, few, if any of things will happen. I’m still trying to get back on my feet after the worst spring and summer of my financial life. I know the issue will have to be addressed, but I hope it is later rather than sooner.