And I tend to hate dinner time. I try to be good and do the sit down family dinner thing. Sort of hard when your oldest is done eating and asking for seconds before you've been able to finish plating your own food. Of course that is on evenings when we are actually serving something that doesn't bring about complaints. But sometimes it all comes together. The food is served and still hot. The kids have their butts planted in their seats and their knees under the table. And I can at least get a few bites in before the calls for seconds.
But bedtime...I try to be the good mom and follow a bedtime routine. But with three kids sometimes its a bit rushed. Bathroom time tends to cause the most trouble. Despite being told it's teeth brushing time EVERY NIGHT for nearly 5 years I still get "I don't wanna brush my teeth". Now they are old enough to understand that the tooth fairy doesn't collect rotten teeth. Sometimes I can sweet talk (ok...really bribe) the oldest into reading to them. That's a good deal for all around - I get help and she gets in some extra reading time.
I think it's the anticipation to the end of the day that makes this my favorite time. If it's been a particularly trying day I'm nearly giddy with excitement and I have to stop myself from saying "hurry, hurry, hurry". Just thinking that thought makes me think of Alice in Wonderland, a movie I haven't seen in forever.
Bedtime means I can sort of put the house back together. Tackle the dishes, the laundry, maybe get dinner put away finally. Maybe try to sort what I can for tomorrow. And if I am really lazy I forget all the above and bury myself in a book...or online. One thing I don't typically think about - is how insane the next morning is really going to be trying to get 4 people out the door by 8am. Cause if I had to remember that every day, well it would just steal some of the bedtime joy. ;)