It's from 6-7.
That hour right after supper when I'm clearing the table, throwing in a load of laundry, picking up coats, boots and mittens blocking the porch door. That's when it strikes me the worst -- I'm a bad mom. I've been away from these guys all day and I know dusting and dishes can wait til tomorrow, children grow up to fast to our sorrow (I've seen the magnets at Hallmark). But for some reason, I like to let them watch Treehouse or Discovery Kids. I'm sure I'm supposed to be doing more; at least that's how I feel. But right now, when I do the daycare dash at 4:45, get them, get traffic, get home and get supper -- I just feel like letting the TV do a little child minding for 60 minutes.
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