I remember Mom going on an expedition from time to time foraging in our bedrooms for silverware, glasses, dishes etc...
Mom coming home from work and walking from room to room finding the lights on, stereo playing, TV etc and finding us all in the backyard!
Standing in front of a full refrigerator with the door open whining that there was nothing to eat.
Running the washer and drier with only a few items.
Being on the telephone, nuff said!
Having us go through a dinner that took most of the day to make and heading out the door in 15 minutes. Same thing happened with the results of a mornings baking. Sort of like a plague of locusts!