I’ve started the washer three times since Monday night, and forgotten about it each time. Same load. Twice it sat overnight. I swear, it’s gotten moldier each run. Maddening. That, combined with the Sick House smell here is … gross.
Stayed home today with Asthma Baby. She woke up with a cold, so we spent the day on the nebulizer.
Back Story: MP was diagnosed at about 18 months, when she was hospitalized with breathing difficulties and pneumonia. She takes a host of meds every day to control things, but the common cold quickly throws everything out of whack.
The high winds that kicked up overnight didn’t help the breathing situation. The fever didn’t hit until about 1:30.
However, with all that …
… she apparently felt well enough to destroy the house.
I just got her to sleep.
And now I have to clean up.
And I haven’t even shown you the kitchen.