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Wednesday 12 June 2013

Anything Goes Hour


When both my boys were tiny babies I affectionately termed 4pm - 6pm 'arsenic hour'. (I know its more than an hour, but when my babies were small I had a tendency to walk into walls I was so tired, telling the time accurately therefore being completely beyond me). 4pm was the point where we were all tired, grumpy, bored of being in the house, and colic kicked in. Now they are two and a half and 9 months, we have thankfully seen the back of colic a good while ago, but 4pm is still the time that we are all tired, grumpy, bored of being in the house, and very aware that Daddy doesn't get home till 6pm. Two hours away. Gah. I do manage to fill some of this never ending time abyss with dinner, but the rest has become an opportunity for the boys to engage in a little bit of brotherly extreme sport. I like to call it 'Anything Goes Hour'. In a nutshell, my eldest, J, will save up everything he has attempted to do during the day and been told off for, and then do it. With bells on. While I just watch, because I'm too tired to do anything about it. I sometimes entertain M to stop him joining in. Ok not true, I just let him join in. Over the past week or so Anything Goes Hour for J has involved;

  • Going out into the garden, ripping the heads off my flowers, lobbing them around and shouting "poo!"
  • Climbing to the top of a step ladder, with or without pointy dangerous objects. Mix it up a little, hide the sharp pointy objects somewhere on your person, then whip them out just as the stepladder starts to wobble. It makes mummy go a funny colour.
  • Eating soil
  • Shouting at passers by through the letterbox
  • Getting everything out of the kitchen cupboards. And I mean everything. No wimping out on this. Every cupboard.
  • Playing chicken. M on floor, J on bike, careering off at last minute to avoid squishing M, and instead colliding with various heavy/pointy objects. Also makes mummy go a funny colour.
By the time Husband arrives I'm usually lying on the floor breathing into a paper bag. Or hiding from the children in the bathroom.

8 comments:

  1. thank you for the marvelous chuckles and for helping me to feel 'normal' about the chaos that ensues in our house EVERY.DAG.NAM.DAY in the witching hours (as we call them!) I only have the one little 21m old horror but by george she's good at making mummy a funny colour! xx

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    1. Hee hee thank you ;) I like the witching hours, another very apt label! And I'm so glad it's not just my house! X

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  2. Hi, just popping over from Blog Hop! Your post above made me chuckle also! :)

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    1. Thank you! If people laugh rather than gasp perhaps I'm not such a terrible parent after all ;) x x x

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  3. hahaha! Aww! You're post made me giggle....
    We have the 'Anything Goes Hour' from 6 till 7pm the hour before bed...
    hahaha Glad my two are not the only one's who play chicken!! My two call it the 'that might hurt game' Ohh dear!

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    1. Hee hee thank you! :) I can definitely see myself at 5:45 running out of things to do with them and merrily shouting "right boys, it's time for the 'that might hurt' game!" I like it! X

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  4. Its also 4-6 in this house, its the time where Cameron gets tired and hungry at the same time so impossible to do anything!

    Thank you for linking up with the Weekend Blog Hop

    Hope to see you again this weekend

    Laura x x x

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  5. Thanks for hosting and reading again! X

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