Every house has one.
The hour in which everything is complete chaos and everyone is a big, nasty ball of NEEDS.
In our house it is right about 5:00-6:00 pm.
Joseph starts doing something to get my attention over and over and over and over
(this particular evening he was putting raw carrots into my bowl of cooked carrots…after first sticking them in his mouth)
and my leg becomes a magnet which Isaac cannot resist.
He whines, and yells, and tries to nurse on any patch of exposed skin he can find…'
including my knee through the hole in my jeans!
(Dear Santa: I need new jeans! And a full time housecleaning service! And a pony!)
Another fun fact,
my witching hour always ends with someone in tears,
it often ends with a threat or punishment,
and it sometimes ends with me bellowing “EVERYONE OUT OF THE KITCHEN RIGHT NOW BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND!!!!”
while no one leaves the kitchen, of course.
Because, hello Caitlin, one of them is a baby, and the other one does the opposite of whatever you ask him to do anyway.
I just do it because it makes me feel better.
(Hence the “witch” in the term witching hour, perhaps?)
When is your witching hour?