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Bad Parenting Moments: The Bitching Hour

Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Bitching Hour

Every day, around 3:30 p.m., my palms start to sweat and a deep seeded sense of dread takes over. My eyes get shifty and I start staring at the clock. I know what's coming, 4:00 p.m., The Bitching Hour.

I do not know what happens in the cosmos at 4:00 p.m., but, at that exact time, EVERY. SINGLE. DAY., my kids go completely bat sh*t crazy. Crazy, like, googly eyed, psycho in a dark alley crazy. Crazy, like, contemplate running outside, knocking wildly on neighbors doors while screaming, "HELP!" at the top of my lungs crazy. I have noticed that my neighbors start pulling shades and frantically pulling out of their driveways at around 3:45 p.m.

When I go to bed, 4:00 p.m. - 6:30 p.m., haunts my dreams. I have feverish nightmares about slow-motion running while covered in leftover fish sticks and boxed macaroni they are hurling at me while laughing maniacally. Please. Send. Help.

From 7:00 a.m. to 3:59 p.m., I love my kids. At 4:00 p.m., cue Michael Jackson's Thriller.

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2 Comments:

At March 22, 2012 at 3:02 PM , Blogger maura29 said...

A very similar thing happens in my house as well. The only difference is that it starts a little bit earlier. Like 3:30 - 3:45ish... depending on what time we get home from school pick ups. I pick up CC first and she's usually in a pretty good mood. We chat, laugh and catch up on our respective days during the 10-15min car ride to pick up her sisters. When Lucy and Abby get in the car, it's pretty much the same thing. They're both pretty happy and (Abby mostly) very chatty about how their day went. But then as we approach Magic Mountain Parkway and then make that right turn which takes us to our home, something happens to them. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is or even how or when it starts but by the time we're walking from the car to the front door (and for a good 2-3 hours after that) they become 3 VERY different people from the ones I JUST picked up mere minutes earlier. The dirty looks, the eye rolling, the biting heads off of one another for such heinous offenses as breathing withing a 3 foot radius of someone, the complete and utter intolerance for each other's very existence.....It's frightening.

 
At March 24, 2012 at 9:53 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

It's all too well timed for my liking. I think it's safe to say...I smell conspiracy!

 

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