Witching hour(s) should start with a B, I mean really, can I get an AMEN?!? At what age will there not be a witching hour(s)? When the clock strikes 5:00pm, our whole house vibe changes. It’s like the earth tilts off its axis. There is yelling, hair pulling, and crying and the kids are even worse! There is more energy in our house than a damn Red Bull! It is all I can do to get everyone fed, bathed and put to bed every night. So here’s what our house looks like…
We do homework as soon as everyone gets in from the bus, with three school age kids, we have no choice. They have a snack while we tackle the homework. But ultimately, without fail, the witches fly in on their brooms. You can literally feel the wind shifting and the cackles pouring in…
After homework (because it’s usually just me), I usually let everyone veg out on tv (I know, I know, mom of the year)! While they are entranced in the next big Netflix hit, I cook dinner. Most of time it’s boiled eggs or chicken nuggets in the air fryer, or a PB&J or spaghetti (easy and a crowd fav)! Follow me for more recipes!
Next up it’s bath time. Ohhh, sweet bath time. Mr. Bubbles takes them away! I mean Mr. Bubbles still has Momma waiting for Calgon with all the splashing he creates, but we try to get as much water as possible to stay in the tub. Ok, on serious note, bath time is usually pretty awesome. They relax, have fun, stop fighting for a few minutes and everyone enjoys themselves.
Soon enough the bath tub turns back into a bubbling cauldron. They start fighting over whose turn it is to get out first and what pajamas they want to wear. We keep pajamas in the linen closet in our bathroom where we bathe the kids. They each have a basket of clothes. After bath, sometimes things get better when they can choose pjs but wait, there’s a twist. Little brother wants to choose out of big brother’s basket and here come the damn witches again. Everyone is back on level 12.
We shuffle from pj’s to teeth brushing and STRAIGHT TO BED. NO PASS GO! Everyone is tucked in, prayed upon and left with white noise and darkness. As soon as the last room door is shut, Momma can breathe once again. The house is quiet and dark and I can finally get some things accomplished just to do it again tomorrow!
