Lotion, anyone?

This afternoon the girls were so involved with their play in the playroom that I thought I could take five minutes to get online in the office and pay some bills. Five minutes later, I realized it was eerily quiet. Then the phone rang and as I ran around looking for the phone I saw no sign of the girls in the living areas - - a sure sign they were Up To Something. I answered the phone (it was Aunt V.) and was headed towards my bathroom (the place they always go to get Up To Something) when Turtle came running out, guilty look on her face and hands covered with a thick layer of lotion. I quickly got off the phone, pulled the lotion off her hands and rubbed it into my own, and sent her on her way. Then I went into my bathroom and saw Monkey standing there, her hands even MORE thickly covered with lotion, saying, "Mommy, I want to wash my hands." I glanced at the counter to see which lotion they got into - the body lotion? The hand cream?

No. It was my tiny $36 jar of Origins Night-A-Mins. "No, no, no," I groaned as I realized that Monkey had a good $12 worth of expensive night cream on her hands, and that I had just rubbed a few more dollars worth into my own. "I want to wash my hands, Mommy," she said again. "I don't think so," I thought to myself. I pulled it off her hands and desperately slathered it all over my neck and décolletage, trying to soak in every bit and cursing myself for having the nerve to get on the computer in the first place.