Beatrice
It’s 6 p.m. The baby, who you just got to sleep, is starting to stir. Your stomach is rumbling, a distant memory of a lunch that consisted of three crackers and a handful of cereal you ate over the sink. The thought of chopping an onion, browning some meat, and actually composing a meal feels as daunting as climbing a mountain.
Lucas
It’s five o’clock in the evening. The baby is starting that familiar fussy cry that signals they need to be held, your toddler just discovered the joy of unspooling an entire roll of paper towels, and all you can think about is, “What on earth are we going to eat for dinner?” If this scene sounds familiar, please know you are not alone. That late afternoon stretch, often called the “witching hour,” can feel like an impossible mountain to climb for parents of little ones.