This is a pretty spot-on post (see Dr. Laura Markham Surviving Arsenic Hour) for us these days. Either my husband or I swoop in to relieve the nanny at… just about dinnertime. I’m all about adding some focused structure and thought to the time of day that hollers for peace.
My 15-month-old is ready for cuddles and food, so I’ve taken to strapping her in the Ergo carrier while I prep. My preschooler has questions and afternoon recaps to share, so there is constant chatter.
I usually haven’t used the restroom in several hours, my husband is still dressed in his work attire, and the dog is greeting us with her normal barks and booty-wags (she is a tail-less Aussie).
Basically, it’s chaos. On a good day: happy, fun, excited chaos. On a bad day: Pour the wine, and get ready for arsenic hour!