Good news: I got all the laundry (like, every clothing item we own) clean.
Bad news: It is sitting in a crumpled-up pile and I have to put it all away.
Good news: Luke is very good at helping me put laundry away.
Bad news: Tomorrow is Luke's birthday so I feel obligated to put it all away myself as a gesture of appreciation.
Good news: After several weeks of cleaning dirty Batman underwear (and taking all the best toys away) Clark has stopped his pooping-in-the-toilet-strike and will, willingly, poop in the toilet again.
Bad news: He walked into my bedroom with poop all over his feet a couple of hours ago and we still have no idea where he pooped. Very unlikely it was in the toilet unless he snuck into the bathroom like a small ninja and then quietly flushed the toilet and cleaned up after himself.
Good news: After a thorough investigation, it's looking more and more like it's the ninja thing. He secretly pooped on the toilet himself.
Bad news: Before we noticed he was covered in poop he sat on the large pile of clean clothes.
More than sat in it.
Rolled in it.
Played "airplane" in it.
It is all being transported back to the laundry room.
Good news: By the time I get all the laundry washed and dried again, it won't be Luke's birthday anymore and I will have help putting it away.
Bad news: None. Unless you're Luke.