Last week, the week that brought me to tears on more than one occasion, the week during which I was never once bored, the week that I am lucky to have survived? Yeah. That week. Well. Part of the fun and games of last week was bouts of stomach flu from various monsters. In fact, that was going on while I was on the phone "in court" (in reality I was hiding in the master bathroom shower stall with the sliding doors closed and the phone on mute unless I was asked a direct question. This is so the twinnies couldn't find me ~ #3 was home~, and so the court wouldn't hear my monsterlettes screaming "Mumma! Pweeeez come home!" and report me.).
Ahem. Yes. Sick monsters. Right. And with sick monsters comes the spewing of various disgusting body fluids that no one needs to hear about in detail. Right? Right. And with the spewing comes the inevitable cleaning of the spewing. Now, I'm a bit anal when it comes to cleaning up sick spew, and I use bleach. #3 was elected to clean up his own spew, and he did. And he used bleach and everything. But he left the closed gallon jug of bleach on his bathroom counter after he finished swabbing the deck. Now, you know and I know that if anything catastrophic can happen in the Monster House, it will. And it did.
Imagine my confusion when #4 came up to me while I was making brownies that afternoon and said, "WHAT are you putting in those brownies? It reeks like bleach!" I didn't smell anything and told her so. So she stomped off to her room in a huff, in that special way that only pre-teen girls can. It was about a nanosecond later that I heard screaming and shrieking and thunderous steps running down the hallway back to the kitchen.
Have I mentioned that we RENT this house? Yeah. So. Back to the story. The oldest monsters took the bleach saturated towels to the laundry room for me to deal with in a few minutes, after I turned on the bathroom exhaust fan, opened windows, and banned the children from the bedroom.
The towels.. well, in a previous life they were towels.. now resembled dandelion fluff. in the dryer, in the lint screen, in the dryer guts. This prompted me to cease and desist all laundry efforts until the Daddy could get the whole thing vacuumed out.
BUT... we survived it! I survived the week from Hell. This is a good thing, right? And now... to research carpet dye.....
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