So technically I think the witching hour is supposed to be after 12:00am, not 7:00pm. For me the witching hour is whenever Andrew has fallen asleep early. Don't worry, I don't sneak off to lead a double life with my amazing 3 dogs that love to cuddle, play and tell me about their day (Odd scenario? I could have sworn this was everyone's fantasy for their double life...maybe cats instead?).
As it so happens, I have found it to be a common pattern that whenever we start on our gym routine Andrew usually crashes a few days in. So this time around this kicked in day 2 of us back at the gym, with Andrew snoozing on the couch by 6:30pm and then being shooed up to bed. What this means for me is I have the house to myself and no one to yell at me to get to bed so I get enough sleep (Andrew is a sweetheart, but sometimes I just "don't wanna", complete with foot stomping and all). First order of business was to read for an hour. As soon as I wrapped up the book I cleaned up the kitchen, did some dishes and loaded the dishwasher (no, I do not wash dishes twice, its just our dishwasher is tiny so I have to do pots and tupperware by hand). I then prepped salads for work and made a smoothie. In order to avoid Andrew waking up and telling me I need to get to bed, (I knew I had at least an hour of staying up in me) I worked the smoothie maker in the basement. I can proudly say that the "witching hour" is also me at my most productive.
I love Andrew oodles but I also love this quiet time to myself. I am very organized in a very unorthodox way in my messes and clean-ups, so when Andrew goes to bed I can bounce around from project to project until I complete them all relatively at the same time. While I also love Andrews help, this is also my time to reflect and just revel in how wonderful life is. Sometimes I have music playing, but usually everything is done in silence, with only an internal conversation going on in my head. Most of my thoughts are positive. Not to say life is stress or complicated free, but I know acknowledging and focusing on the good things is what is key in living a happy life, and all of life's nags are either just not that important, or they will work themselves out. Cleaning and cooking may sound like a chore, but for me it is therapeutic, especially when it is something I want to be doing, not have to. Probably works the same way as Yoga ( I wouldn't know, I tried a class once and due to my severe inflexibility I left after 15 minutes....that and I couldn't stop laughing at myself).
Okay, well off I go. hear some noises from the the bedroom. Plus, seeing as that it is almost 10:00pm and our wake-up time for the gym is 4:29am, if I get to bed now I can still get 6.5 hours of sleep (o I will be paying for this severely at work). Maybe tomorrow will be my turn to crash and Andrew will do some odd nightly adventures....yeah, no he will probably just go to bed and get his zen mode on in his sleep.