You got steamed...

Rewind 2 weeks. My son is playing outside with the dog while I get the wonderful task of dishes. He must have thrown some of the dogs food out into the yard (we live in Tucson, our backyard is rocked). My oh so brilliant dog licked up the food taking some rocks with him. We wake up in the morning to find doggie puke with rocks in it all over the bedroom floor. Yay. So my hubby gets the steam cleaner out to clean it up (Yay for him doing it without my having to ask!!) .

Fast forward to yesterday. My son, whom I love and adore, spilled his juice all over my beige rocking chair...No big deal right? Get the steam cleaner and its a quick clean, dinner is in the oven and should be ready by the time I'm done with this. Wrong. I am so very wrong. I pull out the steam cleaner and, oh no. The water from 2 weeks (!) ago is still in there. Not the clean hasn't been used water. The doggied puke water. Yuck yuck yuck YUCK. So now I'm cleaning the water tank out and "what is that? It shouldn't be green...oh my gosh its MOLD". So now, what was going to take about 10 minutes has turned into me sanitizing the water tank. So I'm bleaching the water tank, and the stove chime goes off telling me dinner is now ready and I'm up to my arms in puke infested bleach water and dinner is ready. I pull the dinner out of the oven and then return to the water tank. Thinking my son is in the living room with his daddy I'm not paying any attention to my surroundings. Suddenly he's crying and is right next to me! He has burned his hand because he was trying to reach the top of the stove (he didn't catch the pan, but the metal part of the stove was over-warm, no harm done to the fingers!). So. I run his fingers under some cool water (his fingers are barely pink), finish rinsing the stupid water tank and dish up his dinner so it can cool. While its cooling I throw the cushions in the washer (I've washed them before no biggie) and we sit down to eat dinner. Later after the monster is in bed I go to put the cushions in the dryer. "Wait, what the heck?! The washed ATE the cover of the cushion and cut part of the foam". I walk into the living room and tell my husband "next time empty the stupid water tank, I'm going to bed".

I need a large glass of wine.