The Longest Hour of the Day
June 11th, 2012
It’s a good theory, but it’s dependent on all of us surviving the longest hour of the day, which just happens to be from 8am to 9am.
I’m not quite sure why this particular hour is the Bermuda triangle of time around our house but it is. The kids are up (usually for at least an hour, sometimes more like two) and have been fed. It’s too early to start Adventures for the Day as nothing (NOTHING) seems to open before 10am. The toys are inevitably already strewn about the house, and the siblings start squabbling.
Then I look at the clock and realize I still have another twelve hours to go before I can put them to bed.
This tiny dose of weekly stay-at-home mom-dom makes me appreciate and venerate the women who do this full-time. It takes some serious emotional fortitude, more patience than I appear to have, and possibly a certain degree of deafness to ignore the shrieking, whining, and tattling that comes with spending quality time with a brother/sister duo.
After we get past the witching hour, the day usually improves. This morning, there were sweet potato chocolate chip muffins baking during the witching hour. While waiting for the muffins, Miss Mouse had two time-outs and Buggie nearly brained me with a flying plastic truck.
Once the muffins came out and were devoured, the day improved.
We spent time at the local library, had a nice lunch, and good naps. Alas, the evening’s adventure was to be an inaugural trip to the pool for swim lessons…but they were canceled due to an “accident/incident” at the pool shortly before the scheduled lesson time. Ewwwww.