I lost it at ds(4) yesterday. I don’t feel good about it; the opposite in fact and I have apologised to him so much.
But … yesterday I took him to a birthday party at a soft play and he had a great time running around with his friends and a pizza and chips lunch with ice cream. Then in the afternoon a football class. Cooked a homemade dinner for him.
I suppose what I’m saying is every day I do so much for my children, as I should! But I know my own parents (mum really!) must have done the same and I didn’t appreciate it. But I did and if I’m honest do remember the times they lost their tempers with me or were unfair or whatever.
It took me a long time to understand my parents by which point they’d died. I just worry history will repeat itself.