Owen had been sick for a couple of days with a nasty cough and a bit of a fever. He asked to go to bed around 6:00 last night. He looked miserable so I just put him to bed.
At 10:00 John went to check on Owen noticed that the room smelled like urine. I, being the genius mother that I am, had put him to bed in his underwear. After giving him a lot of juice to drink. Need I say more.
Poor Owen had to be woken up, given a bath, and then put back in a make shift bed.
John threw a load of sheets into the washer and we went to bed.
This morning I woke up early to go to the gym and realized I wasn't feeling to hot. I went back to bed.
Owen and I slept in until 9:00 this morning while poor Ainsley had to fend for herself.
I finally got around to finishing Owen's laundry around 11:00. I shoved his comforter into the washer, even though I knew it was too full.
Ainsley asked me why the floor was all wet.
I spent the next hour trying to get up all the water that I could out of the carpet.
I eventually ran out of towels, even though the carpet was still wet.
I had to pull out the washer and dryer and clean behind them...all by myself.
I still have no towels, my carpet is still wet, Owen still has a makeshift bed, I still feel crummy, but the floor under my washer and dryer are clean.
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