I'm not exactly sure what time it was when I woke to the nagging feeling that I had towels sitting in the washing machine.
I do know it was late, or early, depending on how you look at it.
All I know is that the nagging feeling wouldn't go away, and was hindering my ability to sleep.
So...I got up.
At 1:42 AM, I got out of bed, and stumbled to the laundry room.
At 1:44 I crawled back into bed, and easily drifted off to sleep, with visions of my November Symfully Sweet craft dancing in my head.
This morning, I woke to the sounds of Roon and Bubble having a disagreement of sorts.
"Bubble, you are NOT going to school today!"
"Yest I am!"
"No, you are not. You threw up!"
"No I didn't..."
This prompted Roon to reveal the results of his CSI-like investigation into the situation.
Exhibit A: Vomit on Bubble's bed (top bunk).
Exhibit B: Vomit down the side of the bunk beds.
Exhibit C: Vomit on the very edge of Bug's bed (bottom bunk).
Something tells me it wasn't a burglar.
Something also tells me that the laundry Gods were on my side last night. They knew I would be inundated with hours worth of pukey laundry, that would require immediate attention.
Thank Heaven for my fancy washing machine that has a SANITARY cycle...