I remember reading a facebook status by another mummy blogger a few months ago about her saying just how frustrating the time of day between dinner and bedtime is and how it was completely doing her head in. She was just about to lose it with not being able to do anything she wanted to do and was just willing the clock to say it was bedtime for the kids. I remember  nodding and sympathising, cos it shits me too a lot of the time too and then I had an parenting epiphany of epic proportions. You just have...