Midnight

This has been one of the hardest days yet as a mom, minus the couple months when we were moving to Gillette. Nothing can trump those days! The boys have been OUT.OF.CONTROL!!! It's 12:04 am. Chet and I are laying in bed. The kids went to bed at 8 and we haven't heard them since. Someone starts to pound on our bedroom door. We jump up and it's Cars. "Mom, I have been throwing up since 11:00. I do not want to go to dads meeting with him." (ea Sunday one gets to go with him to early meetings and they go around setting up chairs for all the auxillaries) I asked him what I could do to help him, what he wanted. He told me a drink and throw up bowl. We walked into the kitchen, and low and behold, theres Cael. He's standing in the laundry room getting some water out of our water dispenser. I send him back to bed. I continue to get Cars his stuff while Chet tucks Cael into bed. Right as Chet is coming out of the hall, and me out of the kitchen with Cars, here comes Carter barreling up the stairs. He had all his church clothes in hand, so Chet says, "Ya getting ready for church buddy?" He just shruggs and wide eyed (I think a little shocked to see us all standing there at midnight) gives us an embarrassed smile. Who knows what he was doing. I just started to laugh. We have three kids up running around at midnight. What the heck!!! You couldn't make this crap up! As I set here writing this I am laughing so hard that I am crying. Why are my kids just wondering around the house AT MIDNIGHT! Holy moly. I don't even want to know what goes on in here. Good thing we have an alarm, so they can't leave! Oh teenage years, we are so not ready for you!!! (Cars just came in to let us know that Cael spilt his full cup of water. Lovely! I am teaching Relief Society tomorrow, and Chet has inviting someone to church tomorrow that will be sitting with our family. Curious to see how we work this one out!)