The witching hour is often referred to as that hour or so before dinner when the kids can go a bit nutty. Before we moved and I started working again the witching hour would usually kick in around about 5.45 if Steven hadn't walked through the door yet.
Now that I'm working and Steven isn't home every night that dynamic has changed. I'm generally more organised with meals and I regularly have more hands on deck around that time thanks to my sisters. I've also learned that the ratty behaviour comes from a combination of tiredness and attention seeking so if I need to sit and cuddle/read stories/sing songs/talk for 10 minutes and delay dinner I try and just do it whenever I can.
Until I had kids I thought of the witching hour as something else entirely. For me the witching hour was how Roald Dahl described it in the BFG, some dark hour in the middle of the night when all is still and quiet.
Unfortunately, with Steven away for work a few nights a week, I find myself visiting the witching hour more and more often. We do it when he's home too, just trying to steal a few more quiet minutes together. A perfect pair of night owls becoming perpetually more tired as the week goes on.
After getting the kids to bed and making lunches the couch beckons. Catching up on TV, blog reading, writing, chatting, thinking, dreaming and general procrastinating. I often glance at the clock around 10.15 and think, no it's too early for bed just yet...I'll do a few more things before I switch off. Then, suddenly, the clock is knocking on the new day and I still haven't left the couch...and oftentimes I haven't achieved anything constructive either.
I'll have watched something and not really seen it. Tried to write something but my fingers haven't been able to translate the words in my head in to coherent sentences. Sometimes I'll plan big and other times I'll dwell on things that make me feel sad. We will talk of the future and the things that happened yesterday. There are times when I simply mourn the passage of time and wish I had taken the time to be more patient in certain situations or taken the moment to give that extra cuddle.
I need to stop visiting the witching hour. It takes me to dark places more often than not and limits my enjoyment of the lightness of every new day. It's a vicious cycle and I need to step away from it. I need to take this sleep thing more seriously. I have mountains I want to conquer.
Are you a regular visitor to the witching hour? If you are an early to bed type I'd love you to share your secrets with me!
On a lighter note...I want to thank everyone for their notes of congratulations yesterday here, on facebook and twitter. Exciting times.
Tatum xx