Marine Biologists, Perhaps?

Discovering all that God has made my children, I have decided, is and shall remain a life-long journey filled with adventure and wrinkle growing managerial duties.
Currently, I feel as if I live in a laboratory. . . one whose research is focused on all that is H2O.
For example, here's a sample of my last 5 minutes:
1) Opening up the freezer to put something away, I find various sized containers filled with water mixed with differing substances. "What's this?", I ask. "Oh, that's my experiment, Mom. I have vegetable powder in the square, smashed berries in the popsicle container and Cheerios in your flower-pot." . . . Oh, ok.
. . . Going on to put some bath towels away . . . and check on son #2 who is 'washing his hands after "tupe"'. . .
2) Opening up the door to the powder-room, I see prolific bubbles cascading from the faucet to the fuzzy (make that 'currently drenched') mat. "What's this?", I ask. "Oh, I'm seeing how many bubbles I can make, Mom. I think I can make a line of bubbles. Look! This new soap you just bought is the best, Mom. Do you like my experiment?" . . . Oh, ok. . . (Now I don't think I'm answering in a tone that most scientists would say "Foster's Creative and Investigative Thought.")
. . . Let me go wring this soaking towel out in the kitchen sink while you (Boy #2) clean up . . .
3) Walking back into the kitchen I see boy #3 (very proud to become more independent, boy #3) going to the refrigerator to get himself a glass of water. I think, "Oh, such a big boy." . . . and then, I watch him take a sip and proceed to do one of 4 things: a) open up one of the cupboards and pour the water inside, b) pour the water into a puddle he started to create on the wooden floor, c) pour the water from one cup to another, or, if that didn't do the trick, d) pour the water onto the counter -- in attempts to empty his glass so he can start again -- almost make it into the sink, and watch this lovely fluid flow freely down the cabinets onto the floor.
So . . . are they future biologists of some sort?
Right now, I'm wondering and note to all of them, "LAB TIME OVER. Yes, I heard the bell. Time for 'quiet time'. Now!"
Ack!
Love to all Moms -- Supervising Scientists/Leaders of Discovery.
"Now, can anyone tell me when the clean-up crew will arrive?"
Love,
The M.O.B.

Maid for a Day

Not much to say right now other than, "You know something's odd when you choose 'Maid for a Day' over taking the boys to swim lessons."
Justin was out-of-town this week and, now that he is home, I found myself hustling about the house this morning, helping make sure the boys were ready for swim lessons, strapped into their car seats, swim bag packed, and the hand-off made to Daddy.
My response when asked, "Are you coming to swim lessons too, Lisa?" . . .
"Oh, I thought I'd stay here and clean the house."
Now, you must know, "I don't like cleaning house." Yes, I appreciate a clean and organized home, but the actual tasks involved with cleaning, well let's just say, "I don't rank them on my all time favorite past-times."
So what does that say about me wanting to be a maid this morning?
Yes, I actually want to put on my sweats, fill my bucket, clean some cobwebs, and listen to the quiet sounds of the dishwasher.
I'll show Justin the clean shower and toilet bowls and then ask him how long it took the older boys to stop arguing about who got to sit in the grey car-seat and whether or not William actually decided to swim this morning.
Or perhaps I just won't say a thing but appreciate my job-change for the morning.
Swim lessons for two boys while entertaining a 20-month old or Maid for a Day -- what would you choose?