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…