Someone Wet the Bed. Again

I'm changing my bedsheets today.

Again.

About a week ago, Canon allegedly peed in our bed. On Greg's side. I was on my way to work when I noticed it and I figured Greg would take care of it. It was on his side, after all.

That night, when I fell into bed, it was still the same sheets.

Night after night, morning after morning, I kept thinking to myself, as I'd notice the small pizza -sized yellow stain, "I should change these sheets." A few times, I even started looking for new sheets to put on the bed, but I could never find a bottom sheet and I'd get distracted.

Finally, last night, I ripped the sheets off the bed and took them down to the laundry room. I searched high and low and could not find a stupid bottom sheet. How can we have FOUR top sheets and only one TOTALLY RIPPED UP bottom sheet. I shook my fist at the universe and put the kids to bed.

Fell asleep.

Greg woke me up and we may have watched something together on the couch. I fell asleep.

Greg woke me up again, but this time I was possessed by Satan and Greg wanted me to FINISH MAKING THE STUPID BED already.

Loud and unnecessarily mean things were said. I am ashamed.

Green and arguably stinky sheets were located and placed on the bed and we all went to sleep.

This morning, Greg was in the shower when I got home from my first job at 9:30 am. I noticed a GIANT wet spot on MY SIDE OF THE BED.

Grrrr.

I ripped off the sheets, cleaned up the urine, allowed it to dry sufficiently, and I will now put clean sheets on my bed.

Again.