Everything was a battle. My daughter woke up already with that complaining tone of voice I can’t stand. Everything was an argument, wew were runnign late, I stressed. Slowly it has intensified into a screaming contest (I win, but not easily). We dropped my son at his preschool, usually he’s happy to stay there, but this morning – with me and daughter screaming all the way in – I wasn’t surprised he didn’t want to stay and cried as we left.
More screams…
We headed off to my daughter’s preschool, argued some more on the way, calmed down slowly into a miserable silence, and then I drove straight into a very busy junction at red light, not understanding why everyone was driving over me. I almost killed us. I don’t know how that happened. I was driving, didn’t look at the light, it changed and I didn’t stop. I was crying when I dropped her off, saying “Oh no, oh no” without ability to stop. She said goodbye very well, which she sometimes doesn’t, feeling that this time is different. I went outside, phoned my partner bowling, asked him to calm me down, which he did, my sweet love.
I’m waiting to stay alone in the office and I’m going to phone preschool and talk to her, just to tell her I love her.
“Mommy’s sorry she almost killed you”.
Oy.