The Arsenic Hour
by Eleanor Nickerson
About six months ago I was drowning in the pit of despair that my house turns into at 5pm when someone pointed out to me that it was referred to as the Arsenic Hour. My eloquent reply was something along the lines of “huh?” but sure enough, after very little googling I came across multiple references to the term, which basically is a brilliantly accurate description of that time when the end of the working day collides brutally with hunger, tiredness and of course, hungry and tired children.
