So, my birdies haven't had an accident in years. And I haven't washed all of the sheets in years (just kidding Grandmas).
I finally got really motivated yesterday and washed all of the bedding, including bedspreads and extra blankies.
Last night at exactly 4:50 am, I feel Somebody's little wet undies slide into bed next to me. Wonderful. I get up to go check out the culprit's bed and sure enough, soaking wet.
This just happened to be the same night the babe decided to drop her new sleep all night habit of two days... is that a "habit"? And after I had just bumped into a good friend and bragged about how well she's been sleeping. And she wakes up 3x before 4:50 am.
Nonetheless, I am joyful. Because guess what starts today? The Farmer's Market!!!! Our Sunday summer ritual!
Happy Memorial Weekend.