What is it about 4pm. My children go wild. Baby screaming for milk top-up. Toddler screaming as it is fun and mum screaming Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Talk about needing to mix it up a bit. It has to stop. Now.
I have mentioned the witching hour in a couple of posts now.
It is that window of preparing dinner to serving dinner. I need to have octopus arms. I need to have the ability to feed Evie while also getting dinner ready for Jenson. If I drop the ball on one task the other one screams. Then the other one starts screaming. It is not just crying…..for Jenson it is a case of “this is fun how high pitched can I scream” and for Evie “How dare you stop the milk flow – get back here Milk Bar” kind of screech.
And inside I am screaming. Outside I am sssshhhhhh-ing. Whilst trying to keep my happy voice going. I sound like a nutcase.
Roll on 7pm when peace (and sleep) falls upon my humble abode, my husband comes home and I can escape this mad house…like a fleeing prisoner.