A day of rest?

Sunday's are very busy days for our family. The kids get up early so we can rush threw breakfast and get dressed quickly for church. After church we come home and I rush to make lunch. We eat lunch and then the kids lay down for a nap finally around 1:30 or 2:00. I don't wake the kids up until 4:15, which gives us just enough time to get dressed, go potty and gather our things to leave by 4:45 for AWANA's. Notice I didn't say anything about dinner. This is what I hate about the time for AWANA's. So as awful as it sounds we don't eat dinner; I give the kids a snack (sometimes) on the way to church, then they eat another snack provided by the church and on the way home I give them another snack. It's our snack dinner, I don't like it but it's what we have to do. So anyway, we are driving home last night, the kids are tired, it's been a long day and I let Bear hold the bag of vanilla wafers. I heard complaint after complaint about how Bear wasn't sharing and Bear would holler back a muffled "But I'm hungry" with a mouth full of cookies. And then all of the sudden Brendon cries out "Somebody bited my finger!" I guess he got a little over zealous and forgot to pull all the fingers out first. Then just a few minutes later there was an all out fight. Jeff and I still aren't sure what started it but both the kids looked at each other and began screaming at the top of their lungs. If they hadn't been restrained by their harness buckles there would have been a cat fight. If you have never seen a little restrained body with flailing arms and legs you should, it's quit funny. Yes, I admit, I am one of those moms. I laugh when they trip or fall out of a chair. Life is just too short to fly off the handle every time something happens, because with three kids something is always happening.