All I want to do is shower

Apparently the kids are at an age where if I want to shower, I either have to shower before Dave leaves for work or after he gets home.

Sunday and Monday morning, when I got out of the shower, I found Natalie in the office, messing with the computer - bad!!

This morning when I turned the water off in the shower I heard the noise of a chair being pushed across the kitchen floor. I released a heavy sigh, dried off slowly knowing that the next few minutes would be rough for everyone and then yelled downstairs, "What are you guys doing?" To which Noah and Natalie responded with silence. So, I yelled again, "I said - what are you guys doing?!"
Noah comes around the corner, stands at the bottom of the stairs and says, "We're playing in the cabinets."

That makes no sense to me - all the cabinets they are allowed to play in don't require a chair so I ask, "Which cabinets?"

He looks at me with no response. I think he was hoping I would forget that I asked that question in the 3 seconds I gave him to respond. Since there was no response, I asked again, "Which cabinets?!"

He replied, "The one with the marshmallows in it."

"WHAT?!?! You used the chair to climb on the counter to get in the top cabinet where the marshmallows are?!?!?!"

"Yes." (Because apparently, based on how he responded, that's a perfectly normal thing to do.)

Needless to say, they were both in big trouble. Natalie had marshmallow goop hanging from her chin and her hand closed tight around something. I told them both to come upstairs. Natalie, it seems, didn't want just a marshmallow but apparently a cracker, too. I mean, really, if you're going to go through the hassle of moving a chair to climb the counter to get in the top cabinet and be in trouble, why settle for just a marshmallow?

I cleaned her up, washed the cracker crumbs out of her hands and sent them both to their respective beds.

If they hadn't told me which cabinet, I would've figured it out... To their disadvantage, they don't know how to close a ziploc bag. When I opened the cabinet to get the peanut butter for sandwiches, I was showered with opened baggies of marshmallows and cracker crumbs.

So much for my clean shower that caused this mess to begin with - ugh!!!