Traditionally the hour between 4-5pm is known as Happy Hour. Not in this house. Today I had just a heck of a time. These were just some of the questions shot at me in rapid succession...
Mom, can I take this truck outside? Can I have a snack? Where are my shoes? Can I have a snack? Can I get on the computer? Can I watch tv? Can I go outside? Can I have a snack? Mom, do you have a magnifying glass? What's for supper? These questions wouldn't drive me to distraction if I were sitting down with nothing better to do then fire off answers. But I was slicing potatoes, getting some hamburger patties made, opening cans of peaches and asparagus while Timothy cried me through it all. I feel so bad for Pat. He has to miss it, as he doesn't get home until 5:30.
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we always called the time between 5pm and bedtime "arsenic hour"
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