good lord

So I thought bedtime went great last night. Actually bedtime did go well. I put both kids in bed and came downstairs. I never heard another word from either child. A little after 10pm I went up to bed. I checked on Brooke first, she was out in her bed. Next I went to Hunter's room. He was not in his bed, which really wasn't a huge surprise. Problem was, I couldn't figure out where he had gone. Then... I heard noise coming from his closet. I went to his closet and he was sitting in there playing w/ his knex. Just sittin there, building a boat. I didn't handle it very well. I asked him what in the world he was doing. Then I just walked out of his room, into my room and shut my door. I couldn't even talk to him.

Heres the thing. He had started the boat earlier in the day and I know he was probably laying in bed and couldn't stand that it wasn't done. Do you know how i know this???? HE IS JUST LIKE ME!!!! Just OCD enough to become obsessed w/ things. I often stay up way later than I should because I start something and I just can't put it down. (Scott is nodding and laughing right now, or he's crying, who knows)