A Pop At 3 AM

My kids stay up late. And since they don't have to go to a real school, I don't care. So long as they're turning in their schoolwork, I don't force them into bed at a decent hour. Me? I'm ready to crash by 11 so I bid them goodnight at this time.

They usually stay up until 4-5 AM. Which is why I heard a balloon pop at 3 AM on Mother's Day. I was like, "The eff?" but then I rolled over and went back to bed because I didn't hear crying or anything.

The balloon pop made sense when I woke up to this.

Apparently the kids had found my stash of balloons and blown every single one of them up.

I was amused. And it turns out some of the balloons have quotes that I've said to them over the years:

Plus some sweet sentiments:

I think I was more thrilled that the proper you're was used. I always beg my kids to not be one of those grown adults who don't know the difference between your and you're. Or to ever use U or UR for you or you're or your. It makes me cringe.


I don't know what was going on with this balloon, but okay:

Plus I found this. Spider-Mom, it says. They must've had a bunch of fun in the dead of the night:

I got a tasty Taco Bell lunch. I don't need anything fancy here:

I can't forget my own mother, who is pretty amazing!

We dropped off some flowers for her and it turns out my husband ordered some for me as well:

I hope everyone had an amazing Mother's Day. Or if it was just another Sunday for you, I hope it was a pleasant one. Me, I'm still surrounded by balloons and flattered that my children took so much time to set them up.