The “Bitching Hour,” a misnomer for what is often a chaotic span from 5 to 7 p.m., is when parents face their greatest challenges. This is the time when you’re tasked with feeding, bathing, dressing, and trying to calm your little ones down enough to get them to sleep. It’s a true test of endurance.
In my home, this period is when all the drama unfolds. Hair is tugged, limbs are nibbled, food is flung, and toys become projectiles. And that’s just my own antics. The kids seem to be in a race to create maximum havoc, and there I am, frantically shaking the remote to drown out the noise while pouring copious amounts of wine. Seriously, who knew parenting would require so much merlot?
Caught in this time warp, I often feel drained and overwhelmed after a long day. The commotion becomes increasingly maddening, and the kids’ tantrums escalate to epic proportions. If I’ve channeled my inner culinary goddess and prepared a healthy meal, I’m left fuming when my little darlings refuse to even taste it. Out come the quick fixes: instant noodles or eggs on toast. Depending on my mood, it could even devolve to cornflakes—after all, corn is technically a vegetable, fruit, and grain, so I feel justified.
Post-dinner, the kids, now running around in nothing but their birthday suits, leave a trail of sticky fingerprints on the walls. Meanwhile, our dog is busy “helping” clean up after a toddler mishap. I definitely need another glass of wine to cope with the aftermath. And just when I think I’ve seen it all, I find one child sliding down the empty bathtub, leaving a rather unpleasant surprise behind. The other decides to join in on the fun, and I’m stuck enduring a smelly sit-down show. It’s barely 5:45 p.m.
Bath time is a race against the clock as I try to warm up the water before they turn into ice cubes. By 6:15 p.m., I’m desperate for a rescue. I finally manage to wrestle one into their pajamas, only to find the other has turned my makeup drawer into a glitter explosion, and there’s a mysterious puddle on the floor. The little one is now screaming in exhaustion, so I swiftly toss him into bed, skipping the bedtime story because, quite frankly, it’s not worth the fight.
My luck has it that the older child is too sharp to let me get away without reading to her. I fill her water bottle, put on her socks, and sing a silly rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” If I’m fortunate, she’ll drift off to sleep by around 7 p.m. If not, I’ll be making multiple trips down the hall to ensure the right socks are on, the perfect toy is in bed, and the light is dimmed to just the right brightness. As I pour myself another glass of wine, I finally sit down, ready to breathe.
And then my partner walks in and, of course, wakes them both up because the dogs start barking. “So, how was your day?” they ask, as I groan internally.
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Summary:
The evening routine, often dubbed the “Bitching Hour,” can be a chaotic and exhausting time for parents. From dealing with messy dinners to the challenges of bedtime, it tests your patience and resilience. Amid the chaos, finding humor and a little wine can help ease the stress of parenting.