I kind of lost it tonight when both of my sons insisted on screaming/getting out of bed/ throwing a temper tantrum- for 2 whole hours instead of go to sleep immediately like their angelic sister. This coupled with the fact that Mr. Robinson had a strange allergic reaction after riding his motorcycle home from work today (yay for adult allergies- that randomly appear) and thus took a rather large helping of benedryll and passed out/ slurred his speech and laid on the floor (quite hilarious actually) the entire evening, leaving me a lone woman trying to control 3 kids for family night. They actually got really into my story about Nephi cutting Laban's head off. (Carter's REALLY into swording bad guys right now). It was precious. But that only made it worse that I totally lost it later, when I really wanted to be done being a mommy, and just be a human for a few hours before passing out, and the little stink-bombs wouldn't go to bed. It's okay though. It was nothing that melodramatically sweeping from the house, rushing to the car, and frantically speeding down to Arctic circle couldn't fix. I really wanted a milkshake, but I knew I'd regret it tomorrow when I had to pick out my clothes, so I settled for a medium Rootbeer, leaned my chair all the way back, and stared out the sun roof while listening to the MO-Tab. It only took an hour, and I was a much more sane mommy. I don't even know what happened after I left, Craig was passed out in the hallway. The poor guy. Someday I'll get this mommy thing down. Thank goodness little children are so forgiving. And also thank you to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Oh, and thank you Hannah for reminding me that this stage will pass.