Straight up I tell a lie - it’s not hour, it’s hours. In my house, and in a couple of other houses I know of, feral hour falls between about 5 in the afternoon and 7 at night.

It is at this time when kids are starting to get tired and you are getting tired and you’re trying to make dinner and the kids are hungry and fighting and you’re waiting for whoever is taking the next shift (if you’re lucky enough to have another shiftworker) to finally get home.

Ah feral time. My best defense. Tune out. Put on ...

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