Rain Rain Go Away

Come again... NEVER.
Seriously. I hate to be SUCH a Debbie Downer, but come on!!! Even if I was childless I'd be complaining at this point. I'm not childless though. I have four (okay we're only talking about three out of the four in this) bodies clinging to windows notifying me of every rain drop. "it stopped mommy, oh no wait, it started again, nope it looks like it's stopping, oh no, mommy did you see that lightening."
Shoot me.
When they're not doing that they are pushing, screaming, kicking, slapping, biting, spitting either one at a time or all at once. Then comes the tattling. Envious yet? Even Keira has become a victim. Brody bit her toes and has given her quite a few smacks on top of her head. Weather Gods, please spare us. Mothers can not stay sane for this long, trapped in tight quarters with this many active children. I have run out of creative ideas, we have watched all of the on-demand movies that every one can agree on. Someone, I fear, may be sacrificed soon, and my even bigger fear is that it will be me. I had a nightmare last night that my kids were dressed in Lord of the Flies type gear and came chanting into my room, ready to stick a spit in me and roast me for telling them we couldn't go to the park due to yet another wash-out. Maybe I'm past the point of being sane, now that I see that written out.
Please have mercy on me.
Nate has begun to eat his boogers due to boredom. When asked why he said "well because they keep growing back." And what, may I ask, do I say to that, other than "Gross. Boogers come out of your body because those are the dirty parts. They make you sick if you eat them." Is it bad that afterwards, although still grossed out beyond belief I laughed, because at least it was an original, unique answer.
Pray for me.