Don't feed them after midnight!
We have a new time for church since our ward split and I am feeling like the official time should be called "the witching hour." Primary is fine, it's just when we get into Sacrament meeting that The Three turn into gremlins and not the soft, cute, and furry versions. The time is from 11-2 right, during lunch, and so every other minute three haunting voices repetitiously wailed "I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, grrrr!" "Grrr can have many meanings and translates into sounds like fingernails on chalkboards, piercing screams, metal rubbing against metal, dentist drills, or (in Lacey's case) cotton being pulled apart.
I'm sure anyone can guess my mental and emotional state but if you can't it is not stable, so beware. I was asked to play my violin during the meeting and what would usually be a frightening thing was in fact the greatest relief, like a drink of ambrosia or winning the lottery. I gleefully unpeeled my children, tripped over someone's shoe, and frolicked up to the stage to play. Unfortunately, it only lasted about 2 minutes but it did sustain me for another 20 minutes. I won't go on but I am seriously considering putting something of a sleepy bye nature into a water bottle next Sunday to be safely tucked away in a side pocket of my purse.