Long Day, Tired, and Just Noticed Another Thing That Didn't Get Done

Written last night while Michael was at praise team rehearsal:

I'm tired; it's been a long day and I still have to put the mattress pad and sheets back on the bed now that everything is washed.

I was alone with the kids for a while this afternoon. Isaac was supposed to be sleeping, but instead he was whining and fussing and the next thing I knew he was really crying. I generally try to leave the kids alone when they're supposed to be napping, quiet play-time being their only available alternative, but I knew I was going to have to go in there and check on him.

I walk into my bedroom and what do I see?

Isaac is crying, because his diaper is off, and he is lying in a puddle on my bed. I was alarmed for a moment when I heard him cry out that he had a dirty diaper, but that seems to have become his name for any problem with his diaper whatsoever.

So now I've washed the sheets and pillows. I'll be folding up my comforter to take to the dry cleaners, a task I'd cheerfully avoid for another five years if I weren't now being forced into it. I've sprayed down our mattress with Febreze.

Half an hour ago, when he was supposed to be getting into bed, I discovered he wanted to help me by spraying the mattress again. It's my fault for leaving the anti-odor spray where he could reach it. But now I have to wait again for the mattress to dry.

At least now maybe the dry-cleaners can get the chalky pastels out of my comforter as well.