It’s always a good day when the Domestic Goddess comes to clean the house. I arrived home this afternoon pleased with the morning at church, touched by the little birthday celebration that formed part of our coffee hour (they sang to me! There was cake!), and delighted by the concert in which The Princess sang this afternoon.
Tonight, while Snowman went on what may have been a date (!!!fainting mother alert!!!), The Princess and I picked up sushi and watched a goofy movie. Then we indulged in one of our guilty pleasures, Extreme Home Makeover.
I worked on the sock I am determined to finish. Sam came to sit between us on the couch and kept lifting his paw as if to stop me. A respected dog trainer told me not long ago that he probably ate my knitting last fall to tell me he is jealous of the time it takes away from him. I encouraged him to put his head in my lap and kept cabling the sock.
Really, it was such a good day. I was eager to go and get in my ever-so-comfy bed with its freshly-changed sheets.
The Princess went up ahead of me, hoping to bunk in with me one more time before Pure Luck comes home. "Mom," she cried, "Baby threw up on your bed!!!"
Oh, boy, did she. Right through to the mattress pad, though thankfully not to the mattress.
My dream of sleeping in that freshly-made bed must be postponed. I’ll be camping out on Pure Luck’s side, sleeping on a folded quilt. Since I’ll be away for 12 or 13 hours tomorrow, and I used the last capful of detergent on the mattress pad, the sheets and blanket will have to wait for Tuesday.
I am trying not to let this ruin a lovely day.
Anybody need a cat?