Damnit, serious damnit.
I'm sitting here looking up ONE THING. Seriously. This time it was just one thing. I sent a message to someone and she starts standing over me. It's fine. I don't mind. I'm not ignoring her.
She says, look, I can stand in your flip flops. She's been acting grown-up and wearing them. Standing in them.
And then she says, I didn't mean to do this.
Picks one up and hands it to me. And it's broken.
She broke my shoe.
I know she's only five. She's one of the loves of my life.
But why does she continue to show such disregard to things. My things. Her things. My husband's things. Why?
What am I doing wrong? Am I just not teaching her to respect stuff?
I know we have a cluttered home. A lot of stuff. A lot of crap. But still, we treat things right. We teach her to be careful, to put her stuff away. We try really hard.
And it's so ridiculous to be pissed off about a shoe, is it not?
When what it really is is that why would she just not consider the shoe A SHOE. And not a toy?
I'm sitting here frustrated and decided it's Wednesday. I should pour it all out today and link up. Again, I know it's an overreaction. But I didn't yell. I did not lose it. I just said - WHY? And that I'm very disappointed in her that she didn't take care of my things. She showed me sadness. Remorse. Whatever you want to call it. I know it was an accident, but accidents of this kind happen when you're careless. Right? I mean - yes, I know she's five, but sometimes I just wish that there were certain things she'd consider and know. And I don't know how we're going to teach them to her if the ways we're already trying aren't yet working.
Sigh. Motherhood. Parenting. It's so rough. Sometimes. All the time. A lot of the time.
It's hard being a mom.