The good news for Mama: all sign of stomach flu is gone.
The bad news: the foot is very very painful tonight.
Overall: I would have to say, much improved, although morale is quite low.
And I'm afraid I have contributed to this.
The Control Freak had a difficult afternoon and had a bad reaction.
Something to do with massage oils that stained fluorescent yellow
and smelled like sharp, pungent smelling salts that could very well wake the dead.
At the sight of sheets smeared and nostrils flaring,
I'm afraid I lost it.
No screaming or shouting, but I think my face said too much.
After struggling with a racing pulse and blood pressure threatening to sky-rocket,
I bested myself and was racked with guilt.
Are sheets and towels more important than a relationship?
Does soiled linen really warrant such a reaction?
After hiding in the girls' room for a time,
I braved it and tried to be an adult.
But I'm afraid the hurt was already inflicted.
I made her feel like she was a bother.
And another heart broke.
Oh dear. Dun be so hard on urself, please. U'r jus human. And already trying very hard.
ReplyDeleteand it is at moments like this we recognize that we are human beings who only can become better by reflecting on our actions. Don't be too hard on yourself though...love does not come in neat silk lined boxes but in actions like this in which we feel that we are never good enough...love ya
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