But. BUT. I have a secret. No matter how hard the day has been, there is without fail, one part that will miraculously render the memory of the previous hours null and void.
BATH TIME. In our house, this is the magic hour. No matter how close we have been to killing each other minutes before, the call of 'bath time!' does something. On very bad days, I have been known to run a bath at 3pm. On very bad days, we have stayed there, swimming in that water, for hours. We wash the day off. We play. We sing. We talk and laugh and without fail, we are happy.