The Witching Hour

Today I got home from R's music lessons and was trying to make supper while my kiddos are all begging for a piece of me. R has been on this "I want breakfast for supper" (and every other meal kick), A was upset, as always, because Mommy is doing something, anything, with food and none of it is going in her poor, deprived little tummy. K is crying because the other two were crying... no wait, if memory serves me correctly, K wasn't crying. That's a switch!
Anyways, in the midst of this, my DH, who had just arrived home 5 minutes before, disappears downstairs to the office to check his email. I am assuming he went to check his email, as he never actually said anything to me, I just saw the back of his head as he fled the chaos.
I called down to ask him to please come up as soon as he could as I could really use some help. He came up pretty quickly and I asked him if he could get the kids out of the kitchen so I could make supper - it's the witching hour, I told him and he said "The what!?!" I said the hour right before Daddy gets home, where Mommy is trying to get everything done, it's been a long day, supper is getting made and I just need a wee bit of help please.
So my DH took the kiddies downstairs, where R proceeded to wrestle with K and give her a bloody nose, which dripped on Daddy's shirt, which I had to rinse out quickly while the pork chops went in the oven and the rice cooked on the stove. I got K settled down, Daddy took her back downstairs. Then when it was time for all to come up for supper A tried to drag the Duplo Blocks bag that is almost as big as her up the stairs and almost fell back down them and began wailing when Mommy freaked out about her reaching DOWN the stairs for them.
We finally sat down to eat and R was so excited about the "steak" and he ate the corn, rice and pork chops we gave him. Then they all had a bath, and R convinced Mommy to give him the leftover pancakes that were in the fridge after A & K went to sleep - all 4 of them. So he got his breakfast.
I got a coffee, a cranberry bliss bar at Starbucks and a good hour that I read without any distractions because I was not in my house to be distracted. Hope I can sleep now, because I just realised that I forgot to tell the lovely barista to make it a decaf.
(BTW - click on this link or the link above to find hints on how to deal with the witching hour in your own home.)