I have Not Had A Good Morning.
In fact, not to put too fine a point on it, I Have Not Had A Good Night OR A Good Morning.
Last night was fine, right up until the point where we put the dogs back downstairs, and switched the light off to go to sleep (at around 12.20am). At which point I discovered (by putting my foot into the wet patch) that ddog1 had wet the bed (she has a hormone problem and makes very dilute wee, and occasionally wets herself).
So dh and I got up, and we stripped the bed. Unfortunately the wet patch went through the mattress protector and into the mattress, so we had to mop that, and turn the mattress, and whilst we were turning the mattress, we knocked over half a glass of blackcurrant squash onto the bedroom carpet. The cream-coloured bedroom carpet.
So whilst I finished putting the clean duvet cover and pillowcases on, dh blotted blackcurrant out of the cream carpet, then hoovered it with the crevice tool over and over and over until the big purple stain practically vanished. Then we made the bed and, some 40 minutes after we'd first tried, we put the light out and finally went to sleep.
Dh's alarm went off at 5am (he had to go down to London for a meeting). The boys woke up, and some of them went to school (those not on study leave). Ddog1 came and curled up on the end of the bed again, and ds2 asked if I wanted ddog2 to come for a cuddle too - and I said yes.
Ddog2 arrived, snuggled down on my shoulder, and promptly (and with no warning) threw up copiously onto my pillow, dh's pillow, the duvet and the sheet. So I got up, mopped up dog sick, stripped the fecking bed again, cleaned the fecking mattress again and went downstairs, where some of last night's bedding is still waiting to be washed. All this before 9am.