If I could give my washing machine a high five I would.
She has been running for almost a week straight.
Everyone has pooped, puked, or spit-up on my, their, our, blankets, bedding, clothes, shoes, car seats.
Last night I get out of the shower and Cody is standing downstairs with Calan doing laundry. I say to Calan, "You are going to be such a good husband when you grow up." He looks at me and is super serious. "No, Mom. I'm not. I'm going to be a fireman and a cowboy when I grow up. YEEE-Hawww!" Well OK then.
