It was one of ‘those days’. Looking in the mirror first thing showed what I had feared yesterday while I was baking chocolate cookies: I had snitched just a bit too much. My complexion was like a teenager in the heights of puberty. The knowledge that we’d have guests for the big Easter lunch today made me groan as I took in my surroundings. The boys had managed to make my deep cleaning job of yesterday look like it had never happened. By the time I was done cleaning up, my hair was disheveled and my clothes looked a far cry from the fresh items I had selected that morning. As I was, somewhat wearily changing Jordan’s clothes for the second time in as many hours, he stroked my cheek with his hand, looked straight into my eyes and said, “Mommy, you’re beautiful”.