...you open your son's door in the morning and smell something not totally unlike the previous night's dinner, but not really good either. Then you uncover him to find he's been sleeping in vomit for God only knows how long. And of course his diaper is a mess, too. And of course he's cranky and wants to remain buried in that filthy bed while you have to chase him down, then attempt to make him smell somewhat human before you ship him off to daycare.
Days like this a washer/dryer would be nice.