To celebrate my home-ness

Oscar has wet the bed every.single.night. Like I needed to really appreciate I can now do washing during the day. Like I need to be pulling the mattress out from the bottom bunk AND remaking the bed every day. Like I need to be woken each morning with the refrain "Mumma, we" - at 5.13. Like all I can now smell is that faint whiff of urine... everywhere. So come to think of it, maybe he's just bracing me for the next three years...