Break Out the Holy Water!

Every weekday, I spend the my mornings dreading 4:00 p.m.

Between 4:00 p.m and 5:30 p.m., something strange and inexplicable happens. You can always see it coming, because it is right up there with death and taxes on the list of “things in life that are certain. ”

I’ve tried to avoid it….I’ve tried to prevent it….and I’ve tried to find the cause to no avail.

But every day, right around 4:00 p.m., it happens anyway.

My perfect, sweet, well-behaved children morph into Tasmanian devils. 

Literally. You can even see the cartoon-like vortex as they spin into insanity.

It’s like they’ve tossed back several Red Bulls with espresso chasers. They fight, they run, they scream and make sounds that I am sure only dolphins and dogs can hear. Mostly, they single-handedly create enough chaos to drive me out of my mind, and turn me into a screaming banshee.

I hate being a screaming banshee…it ruins my whole Supermom persona. When you spend your days cleaning the bathroom you share with three males, you need your illusions, especially that of your Supermom awesomeness.

This insanity comes every weekday without fail. I’ve tried adjusting their snacks, separating them, distracting them and a myriad of other tactics, but I still can’t prevent the 4:00 p.m. descent into madness.

I have several theories on why this happens.

  1. They save up all their rebellion and acting out for the day, and expend it all at once.
  2. They are just so excited about Dad coming home, they don’t know what to do with themselves.
  3. Since Oldest is in school, and Youngest is not, they have 8 hours of sibling conflict to make up for once Oldest gets home.
  4. They subconsciously feel the need to give me another challenge as I try to get some kind of meal together for dinner.
  5. They really are possessed, but 4:00 p.m. is the witching hour, since midnight is past their bedtime.

Regardless of the cause, I seem to be stuck with the 4:00 p.m. freak-out. 

For now.

But I am nothing, if not determined. If I can cure this mysterious condition, I think they might just invent the Nobel Prize for Mommy Awesomeness.

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