<human>: Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?

Well this small horror actually began last night. I was laying in bed, trying to sleep but tossing and turning with too much on my mind. I was stressing about work, life, etc., and figured it was a good time to bring out my little friend Mr. Rabbit to help me unwind. I pranced over to the closet, grabbed my bag of tricks, and selected the best tool for the job. Eased back into bed, let Mr. Rabbit do his thing, and 5 minutes later have entered into a blissful slumber.

Fast forward to the morning after: woke up at 6:30AM and realized I'd overslept for work. Got ready in a whirlwind and ran out the door, not thinking about the vibrator I'd haphazardly left snuggled between the sheets, or the bag of dildos next to the bed, for that matter.

I came home from work 6:30PM, fairly exhausted, greeted by my parents in the kitchen making dinner. My dad immediately blurted out, "I decided it would be nice to do your laundry for you because I know you've been so busy with work."

Aww sweet, I'm thinking.

That's when he adds "I washed your sheets too."

Shit. Now is about the time when I remember the sex toys strewn about my bedroom. Trying to hide the panic-stricken look on my face, I manage an awkward, "Uhhh..... thanks."

I ran upstairs to find a neatly made bed, with my little bag of toys discreetly tucked underneath. To my horror, Mr. Rabbit is inside the bag with the others. Came back downstairs to have awkward dinner with my parents. No further discussion of the laundry was made.
<bot>: slept so well after getting off that i woke up late for work and forgot to put away the toys, unsuspecting dad discovered my dildo trove while trying to be nice doing the laundry.