Playtex, Anyone?

You never know what happens in your home while you are gone. Last night I had some girl time with my sweet friend Nicki, we headed to the movies and saw Julie and Julia, which was really cute. Upon returning home it looked relatively normal in my house, a stack of dirty dinner dishes on the counter, Hot Wheels and shoes strewn across the family room floor, bathroom light was on, all the boys were sleeping except Sam, who tenderly requested that I sing him "Jesus". (Jesus Loves Me) Matt was in bed, blue shadows from the T.V. flickered in the hall. "Good", my heart spoke effortlessly,"Everyone is safe and resting." I never care what I come home to as long as everyone is well.
Morning came to soon and shined it's light on the secrets that night had kept from me. Getting Sam up and out of bed I noticed plastic tubes in his bed and on his floor. "What in the world?" Upon closer examination, meaning prying one out of his death grip, I realized he had opened several tampons and the little tubes and plugs of cotton had been disected. "Oh my gosh, you got into my tampons, you little stinker!" I scratched my bedhead and proceeded with our morning routine. That's when I said," Come on, let's change your diaper." Sammy shouts back at me with, "No, don't change my tampon!!" Well as you know, as soon as I started laughing he kept on repeating it, "Don't change my tampon! Don't change my tampon!"
Two reasons why I don't need to go out much, 1. My kids are a huge source of entertainment. 2. I sacrifice my personal hygiene products to the powers that regulate my home:)