Crash gets back tomorrow evening. I was doing well. I made it through my first night alone with only a few nightmares and "things that go bump in the night" adrenaline attacks. I survived Wednesday and yesterday was good. This morning I once again got up on time, and nearly had all the lunches done when Ben appeared downstairs.
Him: "I had an accident."
Me: "Where?" (Thinking it is literally years since this kid had an accident)
Him: "In my room." (Looking wretched)
Me: "How much of an accident?" (Thinking small dribble)
Him: "Like a swimming pool."
He wasn't far from the mark. His room is carpeted. Two full sized towels followed by Spray&Wipe and I suspect I will need to organise carpet cleaners in the near future.
The day moved on OK, although all my motivation drowned in that swimming pool. Good thing a got a lot done yesterday. Although I had better keep going with the washing.