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This has already been "one of those days." You probably know what I'm talking about...can't take a bath without someone hitting someone else with a hairbrush. Another someone drinks what she thinks is Diet Dr. Pepper and it turns out to be Daddy's spit. So that someone spits it onto the carpet. Then before I can clean it up, the first someone finds the 409 to spray the spot on the carpet. He couldn't find the carpet cleaner. The 409-spray tech also hit his sister with the remote. When I asked him if he hit her, he said "I didn't hit her. I whacked her." I think I'm ready to go back to work.