Life can be peaceful and serene. You can have a day full of fun activities for the little ones and you can feel great and think you are, quite honestly, the best mother in the world and then comes that one crazy hour. You know, that one hour that usually comes at five o’clock when tiredness hits the cherubs and they lose all sense of reason. And tiredness hits you and you lose all sense of reason. And yet things need to be done, the children need to be bathed, fed and put in pyjamas and all they want is to be held close.

That hour comes and I pray for extra hands, I pray for patience and I pray for no tantrums. On a regular basis if you come to my house in that hour you will see children running around naked caked in food and me just sitting there in a trance like state. But you know what, by the end of the hour they are clean, fed and in bed blissfully sleeping and in that moment, with the respite of sleep you know you can do it all tomorrow, because after all it is only one crazy hour isn’t it?

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