Usually at 4:00pm the start of the dreaded bewitching hour begins over here in the house of Crusty...
The children are tired and cranky.
They're overloaded with the days tasks behind them.
They're trying to decompress.
The only way children know how to manage their day, how to actually decompress, is to act out.
Fun fighting with their brothers.
Even Ben joins in during the start of the bewitching hours.
Usually my bewitching hours go from 4:00pm until 7:00pm.
Sounds mundane to those of you that aren't used to the young minds of children, I know.
I know it's also difficult to grasp how annoying these hours can be.
Crustymom at 4:00pm is trying to come up with the dinner/supper meal. If I'm lucky I'll have set out meat, or some poultry to defrost first thing in the morning. I'm not always that ahead of the game though.
Last nights supper consisted of my infamous caramel toast, some fluffy cheese eggs, sausage links, and mini pancakes-that's always quick and easy.
So, it's quite clear that I can't stand the hour of 4:00 on.
But when I can't have those hours, I actually miss them.
Take today for example;
At 4:00pm, I'll be heading to my Sauntering Franks dental office for a root canal on tooth number 13-yeah for me, the bewitching hour starts with lucky number 13.
I won't be home experiencing the cranks and wanks of the crusty kids, but I'll be going through a nasty procedure that's supposed to improve your tooth pain when the canals are removed.
I'm not that lucky. No matter what dentist I go to, regardless, whenever I've had a root canal (and I've had my fair share of them, unfortunately) the pain afterwards is always much worse.
So for today, this is one day that I'd much rather be dreading the bewitching hours with my cranky shortcake boys, versus laying in that uncomfortable dental chair as Frank removes the life lines from my tooth #13.
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I always get a kick out of how the numbing agent makes the inside of my nostrils tingle. Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm crusty.