Confession #11: I washed a book with my laundry.

My house was almost completely organized and clean a few days before we left on vacation. Then I took Baby Brother to the doctor three times before I got sick as well. (Don't worry. We were all fine. The first appointment was a routine check up. The others were "better safe than sorry" visits.) The night before we left I frantically packed and by then the house was a wreck.

We had a great vacation. A bit stressful but so nice to not worry about the mess at home.

Then we came home. And started cleaning up the mess. It was going pretty well. We were all so excited to be home and the boys were happy to play with their toys and "help" me with the chores.

Apparently one of them (my guess is Baby Brother) was helping with the laundry more than I realized. I sorted clothes from a pile on the floor and put the ones I was going to wash first into a box. One by one I made sure each item belonged in the pile and was the right side out. Then I took the box and dumped it into the washing machine without really paying attention.

I found the book while I was putting the clothes in the dryer. That's when I realized that, while I was busy sorting clothes, one of the boys (both of whom were playing in the laundry) must have dropped a book in the box.

Fortunately, it was a bath book so no harm was done...