Not gonna lie, it was a hard week. A dear client died, Little Miss is getting eaten alive in her new room at daycare, and then--just to rub in all of my many failures in life--due to a dumb mathematical error on my part, her much anticipated quilt came back from the quilter about a foot short for her bed.
But, much as it all sucks, this isn't my first rodeo.
Transitions are rough. I know this. But, if you just hold on, eventually you'll see the turn for the better. Often you don't notice the exact moment; rather the good just starts to surround you again. Other times you can pinpoint the turn exactly. Like Wednesday night:
The Kid, post-well-eaten-dinner: Can I have dessert?
Me: In theory, yes. But I'm not sure what we have...graham crackers...cranberries....
The Kid: Tell me what's in the freezer.
Me: Frozen burritos, spinach, black beans....corn.
The Kid: Ohhhh, can you make me some corn, please?!
And--because, of course, Little Miss wants exactly what brother has--that was the night we had microwaved, slightly freezer-burned corn for dessert. And the kids loved it so much that they asked for thirds.
It's silly, but kind of amazing too, how everything started to look better after that.