The worst time in our house is after dinner to before bed. For some reason, rules just don't matter anymore, nobody listens... toys are brought out into the halls for baseball/soccer chaos and Matthew and I are looking at eachother like, "they take after you."
Yesteday night was particularly bad. We had recorded a show from the night before and were trying to watch it. We set the girls up really nice in the toy room: Shrek, water bottles, and pretzels for a snack. But they kept leaving the toy room and running like little lions (with the accompanying growls) around our table in the family room. So we (Matthew got the bright idea) gated them up in the toy room. As you can see from all the tears, it wasn't effective or successful in any way and the gate stayed up to pretty much take pictures and capture the moment, because it was hilarious in person!!!