Three little words can strike fear into the heart of any mother: The Witching Hour. You know what we’re talking about. You’re tired, the kids have turned feral, and tea is running late. Things can get a little crazy before you actually herd them into bed. (It’s usually around now you blame someone else’s genes for their behaviour, so it might be a good time to remember that Dads are So Awesome).
If the spuds are still not cooked and the kids are starving, throw the rules out the window and keep them quiet with a few spoons of Collective Culinary yoghurt while they wait for their delicious masterpiece from Feeding Little Tummies. (Use this as an opportunity to cram pieces of Donovan’s Strawberry Pav chocolate into your mouth behind the pantry door so that nobody can see you. Deny any and all accusations. Do not let them smell your breath). And you could always turn on Frozen Sing-a-long or Doc McStuffins to help calm the storm.
With dinner done the end is in sight. Get them clean and shiny with fun Pineapple Heads bath products, and convince the little ones that going to sleep is exciting when you’re a lady bird or princess in a super fun The Penguin Company sleepsuit. Take a bow, sigh deeply, you’ve made it through. Remember to say “I’m sorry for the things I said when I was hungry” and it might pay to apply some L’Oreal Paris Revitalift, because you’re going to have to do this again tomorrow.
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