I don't know how things are at your house, but we call the hours between 3:30 and 6:00 The Witching Hours. Is that because I fly around on a broom? Maybe. That time period is mostly chaos, with hungry and tired children needing help from a weary mother, plus homework and piano practice and basketball and ten little eyes that want nothing but to stare blankly at a glowing screen. It's not my favorite time of day.
Yesterday I decided to start The Witching Hours on a happier note. Enter Double Stuf Oreos...and five happy kids. And one happy mama.
The bonus at the end of this story is that I didn't eat the entire package of Oreos by myself. Don't laugh. On days when The Witching Hours don't go so well, it's a real problem.