There is a sacred time frame in every parent's home when it is not a good time to visit or phone (and I'm not talking about early on a Saturday morning when all I want to do is sleep in on the only day I can)... that time my friends is between 4pm - 6pm on week nights (or maybe I could even extend it until 7:30pm) and it is called 'Zoo Hour'.
For some very strange reason, between these specific hours, little innocent children (and husbands) turn into crazy/strange/tearful/funny/weird people... and utter chaos seems to reign.
Today was no different than the others - although some days can be completely different (does that even make sense?).
Zoo Hour today was all about Miss 2 running around the house being a "Super Ero", Miss 5 making 'open' and 'shut' signs for her door, which of course led on to slammed doors and screaming and shouting when others (namely 'Miss Super Ero') weren't allowed to go into her room because the 'shut' sign was up... never mind that 'Miss Super Ero' can't even read.
It was also about Dad teaching the boys how to... hmmmmm, how can I put this politely... make squelching noises under their armpits... which lead to boys taking tops off, roars of laughter, girls crying because they wanted to know how to make the noises with their armpits.. and Miss 5 proclaiming sadly, "at least when I go to Heaven one day I will know how"!
For some very strange reason, between these specific hours, little innocent children (and husbands) turn into crazy/strange/tearful/funny/weird people... and utter chaos seems to reign.
Today was no different than the others - although some days can be completely different (does that even make sense?).
Zoo Hour today was all about Miss 2 running around the house being a "Super Ero", Miss 5 making 'open' and 'shut' signs for her door, which of course led on to slammed doors and screaming and shouting when others (namely 'Miss Super Ero') weren't allowed to go into her room because the 'shut' sign was up... never mind that 'Miss Super Ero' can't even read.
It was also about Dad teaching the boys how to... hmmmmm, how can I put this politely... make squelching noises under their armpits... which lead to boys taking tops off, roars of laughter, girls crying because they wanted to know how to make the noises with their armpits.. and Miss 5 proclaiming sadly, "at least when I go to Heaven one day I will know how"!
Of course, after dinner (when mother's like me dream of a quiet progression to bath, story and bed)... Father's dream of a massive pile up and wrestling session in the dining room.
And as I often warn (being the kill-joy that I am), it always ends with someone in tears. And once again, I was right.
So there you have it - Zoo Hour... welcome to our world (if you dare).
12 comments
Ha thats so cute...stacks up on daddy!! Can totally relate to that mad time of day!
ReplyDeleteI dont know what to say - other than you made your "drive you crazy" time of day sound like it is hilarious fun!! Well, for the others. Hahaha.
ReplyDeleteit is of course the same here. so much squealing and yelling and wrestling and mess. SIGH
ReplyDeleteone of your best posts ever ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh that's just hilarious. We call it witching hour at my sisters place - usually between 5PM and about 6.30PM. All the kids just go crazy!
ReplyDeleteWe have that time here too. Even with just one little guy and daddy it can get pretty loud. :)
ReplyDeleteThose are fun pictures! :)
Yeah what is it with 'zoo hour'????......
ReplyDeleteI guess the more kids you have the louder zoo hour is, do you also have a slightly 'quieter zoo' hour in the mornings too? We do!
hahaha can't relate, don't want to relate. yet.
ReplyDeleteoh is that what it is called? I just call it "life" ;)
ReplyDeleteman i wish we were neighbours, my worries would be no more
yes yes - why is it that fathers fire the kids up just before bedtime? and every time... everytime! it ends in tears!?
ReplyDeleteYep Banban - we have a quieter version in the morning... now that I think about it, we have a quieter version all day!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, that sounds like our house. What is it about dads that they just can't have fun QUIETLY!!!! The minute Thierry comes home its shouts and screams and squeals and a good half of them come from him! No matter how tired he is!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments... I love hearing from you!!!