One picture

There was only one picture today because the day was full. In the morning, after a not so great night, I went into work to set things up for going back next week after a year-long maternity leave. I’m somewhere between happiness to get back to teaching, and sadness to see my leave over and to spend less time with Henri.
Then I had lunch, and my wonderful hairstylist came to my place to do his magic on my mane.

Then Olivier came home. And he was tired. So the evening wasn’t especially fun. Lots of meltdowns, tantrums, négociations, and frustrations. Being almost 4 is not super easy, apparently. There are a lot of emotions and needs, and they somehow do not mesh so well with a tired maman. We talked things through, but it feels like we’re in a never ending game of chicken: he pushes the boundaries as much as he can, and I have to push back. And he’s trying to figure out just how much he can push before having to deal with consequences.
And being consistent can be so exhausting...