Stewart has told me about eighteen times to quit leaving our huge Costco bottle of liquid laundry detergent on top of the washer, because it will eventually fall off and make a mess. So I don't know why I was surprised when I went in Monday night to switch over the laundry and found it on the floor. It had exploded, and the detergent had spread out over the entire floor, all the way under the washer and dryer to the wall behind.
It took us over an hour and about a dozen towels to clean up the mess. Stewart was understandably frustrated with me as he held up the heavy appliances so I could crawl underneath them to mop up the sticky disaster. And I'm still going to have to mop the floor a couple more times to get it all up, I think. But at least it will probably smell April fresh in there from now on.
As I cried tears of frustration, I thought to myself that I really ought to listen to Stew from now on. Because sometimes it is in your best interest to listen to your husband.