Cotton on Mother's Day

That would be cotton. All over my bedroom floor.

On Mother’s Day, no less.

I heard the kids playing upstairs and should have known they were into something. But I was enjoying watching the latest episode of The Real Housewives of Orange Country (ew, Slade and Brooks creep me out) and dammit, it was MOTHER’S DAY so I was going to rest.

After the show I figured I better check on the kids because hello, leaving young children alone usually=mess/trouble/injury/etc..

That’s when I found the cotton.

The trail didn’t end in my room. Now it went down the hall around the kid’s rooms.

And ended in Natalie’s room. Notice the pile of cotton.

“Natalie!” I shouted.

She was in Tommy’s room and popped her head out. “Yup?” All innocent-like, as though she didn’t just make a cotton mess.

(But seriously, who leaves cotton residue everywhere??!)

“What is the cotton doing out?” I demanded.

Natalie blinked at me. “I was building a cloud.” She seemed confused as to why I would even mind.

“That’s great but next time ask me. You made a mess. Cotton is EXPENSIVE!” I lied. Okay, so it’s like 50 cents a bag. But still.

“I was making a CLOUD,” Natalie repeated, as though I didn’t get it the first time.

“Next time ASK!” I countered.

So yeah, I cleaned that up. Hid the cotton. Watched more mindless television.

It was a pretty low key Mother’s Day since Tom was gone. The kids did wish me a Happy Mother’s Day.

And Tom had a surprise for me:

Before he left, he must’ve set up a flower delivery for Mother’s Day.

I love them.