I dread the afternoons. Well the post Playschool 3.30pm afternoons. It’s the lead up to feral time. Daisy (if she hasn’t rested which is ALWAYS the case) goes downhill pretty quickly. Harper, while having just rested, can turn from delightful babe to crazy drunken football babyman in the space of 3 seconds, dinner needs to be thought about/made. It’s very tempting to just keep the TV on. Put a DVD on. Dodge (kid) bullets and tread water. If the weather is good I will always try and get outside for a trip to the park, or a walk, just to take in the last of the day and clear all our minds for the last 3 hours of the day. But really? This time of the day just makes me yearn for days in the office where you duck out for a Mocha and a quick check of smh online.