Why does the time between 6-9 p.m. take 50 trillion hours?
Every night, my husband and I lay like zombies, trying to watch t.v. or just visit for the first time all day, and the kids act like lunatics. Bouncing off the walls. Fight after fight after fight. I barely get dinner cleaned up and they want to know what's for dessert.
I try to reserve movie/cartoon watching until evenings on the off chance it will slow them down. But I no sooner put a movie in and they're back up running around.
I am racking my brain of solutions of how to make our evenings more enjoyable. Less yelling (me), less running (them), less crying (everyone). I want bedtime (the actual tucking in, the kisses, etc.) to be more enjoyable and less hurried. By the time they are all in bed, I am so exhausted I have no energy to pick up the disaster they have left in their wake, much less "entertain" my husband like he needs and deserves. Like we BOTH need and deserve.
I know the solution lies in ME. They need more of ME. I try and tell myself that someday, way too soon, they will be out of the house and my husband and I will have more time to ourselves than we know what to do with.
Hard to imagine though.