Early in the week…
Queen B: What I want for Mother’s Day is a clean house when I return home. Not just clean, but scoured.
Me: Okay.
Next few days…
Me: [Scours toilets, sinks, stovetops, vacuums, dusts, disinfects, wood-wipes, etc.]
Sunday morning…
Ladybug and Butterfly: It’s Mother’s Day. Let’s make mom breakfast in bed!
Me: Fine. But if you mess up in any way the kitchen I’ve spent three days cleaning, I shall kill you and present your steam-cleaned corpses as my Mother’s Day present.
… And that’s why we went to the winery for Mother’s Day.