How exactly would it happen that I put in a load of colorful baby clothes – all of which have been washed before – and I toss in a color-catcher sheet just to be safe, and wash it in icy cold water…and wind up with a lily-white color-catcher sheet and baby clothes that are more colorful than they were when they went in the wash?!? (Here’s hoping a second wash of the damaged items with some oxyclean helps.)
And why, exactly, on the first night in two months that Carrie finally sleeps through the night again, am I stupid enough to stay up until midnight and then unfortunate enough to wake up from a nightmare at six? Am I destined to never have a full eight hours of sleep again? (Although, I must admit, that six straight hours was better than my usual interrupted eight, and I feel pretty rested.)