The dreaded hour

4PM to 5PM has got to be the worst time of the day. We pick up Bentley a little before 4:00, and dinner is scheduled for 5:00. I'm not exaggerating when I say that all three children were either crying, whining, or causing another child to participate in the previously mentioned activities for one solid hour. I'm pretty sure it was a hunger/blood sugar issue, but today I refused to dish out snacks with dinner in the oven. Where as I too was tired and hungry and bordering on nauseous, it was a nightmare. However, it made it even sweeter when just minutes after Tom got home from work, we were all gathered around the table and not one complaint about the food was heard. Everyone ate well, and there was silence for at least a few minutes.