Murphy's Law Part Deux

I washed the girl's sheets on Saturday. I have a schedule to wash them on the first of every month. I know this frequency might not be up to Martha Stewart's standards, but I very much dislike washing sheets and making beds. This morning Emily said to me, "Mommy, I think you might need to wash my sheets again. I peed last night because I was dreaming that I was on the toilet." It gave me a flash of deja vu. She was very sweet about it so I couldn't help but smile and think about revising my schedule to an "as needed" basis.