Saturday night we had a dinner party with the Bessettes and the Rusks. This was the first time we've had dinner with all the kids so I had pretty low expectations but still found myself more stressed out than usual. I had begun to set the table early to prepare for everyone's arrival but Tyler and Gavin thought the folded napkins and silverware were placed there for them to play with. So my practical side decided not to worry about not making a great first impression and to set the table just before we eat. With everyone there patiently awaiting dinner, the kids played nicely together as Shawn & I frantically prepped, cooked and swore under our breaths at how time always seems to get away from us. Just before dinner, I went out to the dining room, set all the wine glasses, all the water glasses, all the silverware out, and lit the candles. It looked very nice. All the parents and kids were in the living room except my little shadow Tyler but I didn't think too much of it, figuring he'd be well supervised by any of the adults who weren't frantically cooking and serving. The ten minutes prior to serving are always the most crazed. I ran into the dining room to quickly place the water pitcher and a bottle of wine out of the kid's reach and Michael was behind me with another bottle of wine and low and behold, we walked in to see Tyler crawling along the top of the dining table, navigating his way around the water and wine glasses and leaning close trying to blow out the candles! I lost it! So, now the Rusks and Bessettes know I am one of those screaming moms. Yep.