Mommy
Raiting: T
Summary: Gil goes away for his confrence in Houston and leaves Catherine with their children.
Disclaimer: I OWN MY CHILDREN! LOL. But I do not own Catherine and Gil or CSI.Darn.
A/N: I think this is the funniest chapter so far. I don't know. You guys help me decide:D
Day 3 WEDNESDAY
"Mommy! I wanna help wash the car!"
"Me too! I love the bubbles!"
"BUBBBBBBBBBBLES!" Catherine looked back at her three children who were sitting on her bed, watching her put up her hair in a messy bun.
"As much as Mommy would love to have you three come help, it's too hot outside. I don't want you guys to get sick."
"We won't get sick, Mom!"
"Mary... I said no."
"Please?" Kathy got on the edge of the bed and pouted.
"Fine." They all giggled and jumped off the bet. "BUT... I don't want to see you three trying to stick the water hose down each other's throat, seeing who can climb on top of the car the fastest, who can slide the farthest on the driveway, or how many cars you can get to honk by waving. Got it?" They stood there with wide eyes and smiled.
"Yes, Mommy." They all ran outside with buckets and bottles of soap. Catherine moved their two cars up in the yard and filled up the buckets with water and soap. Mary and Kathy came outside with Jr. holding their hands in their swim suits. They ran to the buckets of soap and started washing the car. "Haha, Mary! My side of the car is cleaner!" Kathy threw down her rag and stomped her feet.
"No it's not! Mine is!" The soap of the rag flew everywhere and got in Jr.'s eyes. Catherine gasped and ran to him as he started crying.
"Kathy and Mary! Rinse of the car and get back in the house! Now!" They hung their heads and watched as she walked off into the house with their crying brother clinging on to her neck. When she got in the house, she ran for the kitchen and got a wet rag. She dabbed Jr's eyes with it until he stopped crying. Outside... Mary and Kathy felt bad about their brother.
"Do you think we should go in and see if he's okay?"
"Mom told us to rinse off the car first."
"Well where's Lindsey? Why can't she help us?"
"Lindsey's at work. Remember?"
"Oh yeah! You think Mom would let us go visit her later today?"
"I don't know. Come on. Let's go say sorry." They walked back into the house and left the running water hose on the ground next to the door. "Mommy?" Catherine looked down at her two daughters.
"We're sorry for hurting Jr. We didn't mean it."
"I know, honey. It's okay."
"Really, Mommy. We're sorry. We didn't want him to get hurt." They slowly walked up to her and threw their arms around her waist. They stopped and listened to a sudden shatter of glass and splashing of water. They ran into the living room and gasped. The water hose had made its way in the house and was soaking the carpet.
"Damnit!" She ran to the front yard and tried to turn off the water, but the handle was stuck. "Mary! Kink it!"
"What it?"
"KINK IT!"
"Piglet? What? Mom, now's not the time to be thinking about Winnie the Pooh!"
"KINK... THE DAMN HOSE!"
"Kick the damn hoe? MOM! I can't believe you!" Kathy covered her mouth and gasped.
"Aww! Mary said a curse word!" Mary turned around and glared down at her sister.
"You heard nothing. Got that?" She nodded her head and slowly backed away from her older sister. Catherine ran back into the house and knotted up the hose. Her hair was dripping wet and the little clothes she had on were sticking her. "Get in your rooms... and get in them, now."
"Ye-Yes Ma'am!" They both ran upstairs, leaving a helpless looking Jr. sitting on the wet carpet. His blue eyes lighting up at the splashes he was making by jumping up and down on the carpet. She looked around at her destroyed living room and moaned. Pictures were about ready to fall off the wall, her window curtains were drenched, she was pretty sure her TV was burnt out, and the carpet held enough water to cure the drought in Vegas.
"I feel bad for making Mommy mad."
"We seem to be doing that a lot lately, huh?"
"I guess we should do something for her."
"Yeah! Oh! I got it! Let's go do the laundry for her!"
"But we don't know how."
"It can't be that hard. All you do is put the clothes in the machine and pour soap in it."
"That's all? Wow! That's easy! Let's go!" They jumped off their bed and headed down the hall to the laundry room. They opened the door and smiled at the large pile of clothes just waiting to be washed. Mary grabbed a stool from behind the door and set it in front of the machine. She loaded different color clothes into the machine, white and all, and turned the knob on the highest it could go.
"Get me the soap..." Kathy looked up at the dryer and scratched her head.
"Which one? There's so many..."
"Ehh... give me the white one and the blue one!"
"The one that says, bleach?"
"Yeah. They're probably the same thing."
"Okay." She poured a cap full of bleach and soap into the washing machine and smiled. She started it up and hopped down from the stool. "Now Mommy won't have to do as much work!"
"Should we go tell her?"
"No. Let's surprise her!"
"Cool! Now what?"
"Um... let's go play Barbie's!" They ran to their rooms and shut the door after them.
Catherine had started dinner and finally for Jr. down for a quick nap. She sighed and remembered she had tons of laundry to do. She ran upstairs and slowly walked down the hall. When she didn't hear the arguing of Mary and Kathy, she opened their door to find them sound asleep in their beds with Barbie dolls and Barbie clothes all over the floor. She smiled and shut the door. She turned around to walk to the laundry room when she gasped. Bubbles were over flowing and pouring out into the hallway. She ran into the room and slipped on the floor. Kathy woke up and looked around.
"Mary! I think Mommy found our surprise!" Mary jumped out of bed and smiled.
"Let's go see!" They ran down the hall and stopped when they saw bubbles pile up in the hallway. They walked into the room and gasped. "WHOA!"
"Gah lee, Mary. How much soap did you use?"
"Not much! I-"
"Mary? Kathy?"
"MOMMY!" They ran through the thick pile of bubbles and found their mother crawling on the floor and swatting the bubbles away from her face. "Do you ugh... like our surprise?"
"WHAT!"
"Mom! Don't get mad! We wanted to do something for you and we thought that if we did the laundry, you wouldn't be mad anymore!"
"Hey! Kathy! Look! I'm Santa!" Kathy turned around and fell into giggles and fights when she saw her sister put a bubble beard on her chin.
"Oh! I can do better." She smeared some bubbles on her chin and put some on top of her head. "I'm Daddy!" They fell to the ground laughing and ignored their Mother's death stare. Catherine shook her head and opened the washing machine. More bubbles poured out into the room and almost knocked her down.
"BUBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLESSSSSSSSSSS!" Catherine's eyes turned wide when she heard the familiar voice. She squinted and looked at the door. Jr was slowly crawling into the room and giggling.
"Girls! Get your brother out of here! These bubbles could be dangerous!"
"Mommy! You're silly! Bubbles are fun!"
"What else did you put in here, Mary!"
"Ugh... that white stu-"
"GET OUT! OUT OUT OUT! Bleach! AH! GET OUT!" Catherine crawled through the bubble cloud to find her three children. She grabbed Kathy by her shirt and dragged her out into the hallway. "Stay there until I find Mary and Jr." She pouted and crossed her arms.
"CHEE-TOE CHOP!" Mary sliced her way through the bubbles with her fists with her little brother on her back, clinging to her for dear life.
"IT'S NOT CHEE-TOE CHOP, MARY!"
"Well what is it then, Kathy?"
"I don't know... but it's not chee-toe chop!"
"Tell it to the rat!" Catherine smirked and stood up once she found Mary and Jr. They looked back and screamed. "RUN Jr! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! It's the bubble monstaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"ROAR!" Catherine lunged for them and caught them by their shirts. She scooted them out into the hall and shut the door behind her. She pressed her back against the door and stared at her children. "Oohhhh Daddy's gonna be mad..."
"Lie two dog?" Jr. attempted to hold up two fingers. She smiled and nodded her head.
"Yes, son. Daddy's gonna be mad like two dogs." He giggled when she started tickling him.
"Yo. Momster, what we be eatin' for dinner yo?"
"What?"
"Ah. I believe she said, 'Hello. Mother, what shall we be dinning on for dinner tonight?'" Catherine gave her daughters a weird look and shook her head.
"If only Lindsey were here..."
A/N: Yeahuhhhhh. Funny or what:D