However organised I get, I still always seem to spend the last hour of the day tripping over my children in the kitchen as ds clings to my thighs wailing, me snarling through gritted teeth that "daddy will be home soon", and eventually yelling at dd that "No she can't have a bloody yogurt now".
As far as possible I cook supper while they're napping.
They get enough sleep and have busy days.
I try and involve them in setting the table.
I try and set them up playing a fun game or watching a dvd just so I can have 20 minutes to do last minute things.
It's hell. They are just at their most whingy and demanding when my patience is at its lowest ebb.
I hate ending every lovely day on such a horrid note. I guess they are tired and hungry, but they are supposed to be, it's time for supper and bed.
How do you do it?