Other mothers will know exactly what I mean. I'm talking about that special time of day when you're trying to cook dinner, chase your child to do homework, your blood sugar is low and so are your kids', there is whining and stropping (and the children are misbehaving too), telesales usually calls around this time, you're chasing your children to clear their junk off the table, you're waiting for your husband to arrive home and tension is running high.
I'm sure you can imagine just how thrilled I was during this particular block of time last night when I heard Daniel GASP and say, "Noah!!!"
I went through to the studio and discovered that my firstborn had left out a pair of scissors (and we all know how dangerous that can be!) and my second-born had used them to cut the venetian blinds in the studio window.
I totally flipped out and stuck Noah in time-out. I told him he had to stay in their for as long as it took me to fix the blind. Luckily the dinner was in the oven for 20 minutes.
I used some thread and a needle and also some embroidery thread to fix it (you can only tell it was cut and mended if you go up close) and the whole time Noah was in time-out screaming, "MOMMMMMMMMYYYYY!!!" at the top of his lungs. Also, "I'M HUNGRYYYYYYYY!!!!"
After time-out we had some words, he apologised and we had a cuddle. Grant arrived home and we sat down at the table to eat.
Noah's first words as soon as he'd come to the table?
"I'm not hungry."
Aaaargh!
(Oh, I wanted to add that not every evening is like that, it just happened that yesterday was a bit crazy. It's usually quite calm. I don't think I could handle Suicide Hour every night!!)
