When the witching hour passes us by
7 October 10
There are occasions just before dinnertime when I turn around from my position at the stove or the sink and notice that somehow, almost miraculously, I don’t have any small people following me around, desperate for my attention. For one day at least, the arsenic hour has transformed from a poisonous time to a peaceful one.
Today, I was so delighted with 1) my ability to freely move around the kitchen without a baby holding onto my legs 2) no wails bouncing off the walls and 3) no starvation pleas that I downed tools and grabbed the camera to record this beautiful day.
Do you have the witching hour at your house?