After that glorious Sunday of Barbie and baseball (see last post), every day of our week has started with tantrums and fights.
So. There's that.
Our eldest is not a happy girl. It is worrying.
Perhaps that is why I cling to the happy moments so.
Venus is falling fast in the evening sky. A little lower every night. It'll be gone by the end of the month, and not return (as an evening star, anyway) until next year.
It is, of course, important to remember that it will return. As beautiful as ever.