It's 6:35 pm and all hell breaks loose around this time, it's interesting to know that when kids are being loud and there are feet pounding all over the place, questions, frustrations. Wait, just had to help my 5-year-old with the mechanics of the printer tray. And so, I sit and type with all this loudness and the only thing allowing any tolerance is a glass of wine. But this isn't all supposed to be complaints and any morose, it's just a commentary on my daily ritual. I can't even recollect what it "used to feel like" before kids, this is what it feels like now.