My children have the cleanest sheets in town

Why, you ask? A brief overview of my week.....

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Sunday: Put the boys to bed as normal.

Somewhere in the middle of Sunday night: Cameron wets his bed.

Monday morning: Wake up. Discover the wet sheets. Strip everyone's bed, because if I am going to wash one set of sheets, they might as well all get cleaned, right?

Monday evening: After a day spent washing three sets of sheets and blankets, make up the boys' three beds with yummy, delicious-smelling, sparkly clean sheets. If, you know, sheets could be sparkly.

Monday night: Put the boys to bed as normal.

Somewhere in the middle of Monday night: Cameron wets his bed. Again.

Tuesday morning: Wake up. Discover the wet sheets. Again. Strip only Cameron's bed this time. Wash all of his blankets and sheets.

Tuesday evening: Put the boys to bed as normal. Say a little prayer over Cameron that he will stay dry tonight.

Wednesday, early morning--3 a.m., to be exact: God hears my prayer, but answers me differently than I had hoped....I hear whimpering coming from the boys' room.

{If I just pretend I don't hear it, will it go away?}

It doesn't go away, and whimpering turns to crying, which turns into calls of "Mommy? Mooooommmmmyyyyy.....I need you." They were coming from.....

....Colin, who had wet his bed. He hasn't had an accident in months, so this is very unusual.

*sigh.*

I strip him down and strip all the sheets. I throw a blanket over his mattress, and call it good. We change his clothes and get him all snuggled back into bed.

Wednesday day: Take the soiled linens to the laundry room. Much is going on that day, so things got washed but not dried.

Wednesday night: Put the boys to bed as normal, with Colin still in his makeshift, blanket-acting-as-the-mattress-pad bed. Beseech my sweet Lord above that this would be an uneventful evening filled with dry pants.

Thursday morning: Wake up. Praise the Lord, it was an uneventful evening! Throw Colin's sheets in the dryer. Leave around 10 a.m. for Chicago for a day trip. (More on that later.)

Thursday evening, about 10 minutes to midnight: Return home from Chicago. Make up Colin's bed with his clean, dry sheets. Bring all three sleeping boys in from the car and put them all in their beds.

Forget to say that prayer.

Friday morning: Wake up. Go about my normal business. Go into the boys' room. Discover that Cameron has, again, wet. his. sheets.

*Make the longest, deepest sigh imaginable to mankind.*

Strip Cameron's sheets and blankets. Wash and dry. Make up one of my sons' beds with clean sheets for the 4th time in as many days.

Friday night. Put the boys to bed *sigh* as usual. Did not forget to say that prayer.

So, it's like I said. The cleanest sheets in town.

*sigh*

Here's hoping for a dry Saturday morning--otherwise, I may possibly do myself bodily harm....