Instanteous Insanity

Every day at 4:06pm, the same thing happens. I haven't quite figured out how to head it off yet. I'm not sure it's possible.
At 3:55or so, Julia, Jordan, Chuckie, Samantha and I leave my house. I leave C and S at their house, and they usually wait at the corner, yelling BYE to us the entire walk.
We go collect CJ and Josh from the sea of children's faces, and start our walk back. Chuckie runs to meet us, and he always crosses the street with me screaming at the top of my lungs for him not to. He's too far away and does it anyways. We make our way back home.
In the house, at 4:06, and the II hits (Instanteous Insanity). Chuckie, Samantha, Julia, Jordan, Josh and CJ are going ape. It's the change in the atmosphere, the change in the faces that are here. Everyone wants a snack. I learned that having the snack ready doesn't help, because then at least 3 kids want to tell me SOMETHING, RIGHT *NOW*. I blank out at about that point. See me staring off into space, letting little snippets of demands come in, and I try to tackle them one at a time until the beasts are quieted.
As I sit here typing, there is a war going on upstairs. I need to go get crickets for Willow, but that is going to mean getting socks, shoes and jackets on 2 smallish people, while the rest all clump together getting their stuff on. So the war is raging on. I hear CJ roaring at the kids and the other 5 screaming and running from him. Occassionally someone cries, and someone fixes it. Samantha is scared of CJ, and now I know why. She's going to hate him after today.
For what it's worth, I adore Chuckie and Samantha. They are some seriously cute kids. They have THE biggest brown eyes I've ever seen. I want to squish Samantha, but I don't want her to be scared of me either. She's the smartest little 2 year old ever.
Oh, hell. The noise is coming my way. I should go get those crickets so we can eat dinner. Someone's gotta feed em. : ) Maybe I should dangle candy from the van and let them chase me to the store? That would wear em out. DOH! Another kid bites the dust.
Cheers!