Last week was hard. Really hard. The kind of hard where you can't see the end and believe with every fiber that life will always be tears, messes, and too full to do lists, too full kitchen sinks, and tantrums because you try to make the bed, and guilt at your inability to handle it all.
But of course it passes. It always does.
Today, though, was sweet. We made a clafouttis, my girl cracked the eggs and stirred the batter. And she also picked up all her legos without even being asked.