getting through the arsenic hour

Does anyone else call it that? The witching hour, maybe? That time after naps but before dinner, where time slows to a crawl and your kids act a fool and you worry that maybe you weren’t cut out for parenting after all.

Thanks to one of my mom’s consignment finds, dinner prep has become far less stressful, albeit much louder. One of the three boys takes Isaiah Jane for a spin in the walker, while the others watch and try to stay out of the way get in the way. At first, the big boys had to clean up several track marks from a race gone wrong; they’ve since gotten a good speed and system going. Throw a snack or a pacifier on the floor for Honor, and she’s content to watch on the sidelines. Dinner is served!

Side notes: Please don’t mind my baseboards – still remodeling our floors! Also, I know this isn’t the best position for IJ’s hips. She’s actually able to place her feet on the ground and push herself, but she occasionally enjoys slouching in this dangle position in order to be pushed around on a joyride.

12 thoughts on “getting through the arsenic hour”

  1. arsenic hour! i love that! bahaha. i have called it the witching hour, only because i’ve heard others use that term for the dreaded 4pm zone. but i like yours much more :)

  2. I love the term arsenic hour, but can we actually say arsenic hours? For us it’s the 4:00-6:00 time frame. Every.Single.Day. The worse their behavior, the more likely it is that my husband will be late getting home from work. During this time, I not only question my ability to parent, but also why I ever thought it would be a good idea to be a stay at home mom. Then the before-bed snuggle time arrives and I remember that all the hard parts are well worth it.

  3. “Arsenic hour” is a term that has been used for over a century, sorry to bust you out for not inventing it. Good grief. The term originated because that was the typical time of day that women would kill their children with arsenic when they could no longer deal with the stress of motherhood.

    1. I know the term’s origin. My mom used it growing up. That’s why I asked. I never claimed to invent it. Maybe I should be the one saying, “good grief!” Haha.

  4. Rach, how dare you use a figure of speech and not cite its origin. What’s next? Are you going to claim that you invented the Internet? Or this option that allows cowards to post ugly jabs anonymously? You’re unbelievable.

  5. Why in the world would she need to cite its origin? Who does that in any kind of conversational setting? She never claimed to invent the figure of speech. Someone is being a bit ridiculous. If you’re going to be such a stickler, then maybe you should be calling her Rachael instead since Rach is nickname reserved for friends.

  6. Wow! She never said she invented the phrase! Calm down! Maybe you have some other issues but don’t take them out on this lovely lady and her harmless and funny blog. Seriously, your response is completely out if proportion.

    Claire x

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