Here's the thing.
Today I was cooking dinner. I have been alone with the dc for 4 weeks as dh has been working abroad. I have found it hard and, yes, hats off to the single parents, it has really brought home to me how tough it is to do everything yourself. And it has only been 4 weeks for me and I've known dh is coming home, blah blah.
But, anyway, I was cooking dinner. Ds was next door playing in their garden. I had told dd (9) to turn the tv off and go and do something else. Once dinner was cooking, I went outside to the garden to see what dd was doing ... and she was reading my diary!
So I WAS FUCKING LIVID!!!
I was so angry I cried and cried and cried.
She kept coming to me and saying sorry Mummy, can I help you with dinner? would it help if I gave you a hug?
etc
and I just didn't want to forgive her. Not this time, not on this occasion.
Here's a little girl asking me to forgive her and I don't want to, but I have to, or else what kind of a parent am I? It just goes to show I don't accept her unconditionally when I always thought I did.
That's why its such a huge thing to me today.