I woke up this morning to find that a member of my family (human) had had an accident in bed. That used to be a frequent occurrence that now happens rarely. But, it meant lots of extra laundry I hadn't figured into the day. After taking Gracie out for her second walk, which turned into 2 hours of hanging out with friends in front of Jack's (yummy coffee), watching 3 puppies wrestle like mad and an impromptu invitation into the Jefferson Market Garden, she peed as soon as we got back into the apartment. On a pad, but come on. Then, Jack discovered a suspicious puddle on her fuzzy blanket that sits in front of her toy box.
I threw the blanket in the laundry bag and went to strip the bed in question. There had to be at least 5 blankets involved, plus the sheet. The memory foam had to be thrown away and below that was a 3 foot wet spot. At that point I figured either an elephant got up on the loft bed or a very large glass of water with ice spilled at some point early in the morning. There was no other way to explain the volume of liquid I was dealing with.
Today was the day I was going to spend at yoga, the bead store, finishing a film I've been working on, writing. Instead, I've been doing laundry for hours and battling a pungent pee smell that's taken up residence in my nose.
I'm hoping for a less damp tomorrow.