Yesterday was, unsurprisingly, a crappy Monday. After such a happyfunworkday I rushed over to drop my car off at the mechanic’s (not entirely sure what’s wrong with it) before they closed shop for the day. A certain someone was kind enough to meet me there, after also having picked up a cranky little man for me. The crankiness continued at home. But it wasn’t limited to the little man. Oh no. There was enough for everyone. Maybe a little too much. After the little man had a power tantrum (one of his many super-powers, we’ve decided) he was given a time out (the jury is still out on which discipline techniques work best). A little while later, after he’d had time to calm down, he took my hand while looking up at me and said “I’m sorry, I’m trying”. Nearly broke my heart. I know the transition from daycare to pre-school has been particularly hard on him. So lately his days have been as rough, or rougher, than mine. I’ve really got to cut him some slack. Because he is trying, after all.