Whenever I have those stressful days at home or especially hard dinner time hour... And daddy walks in with all the praise, smiles, and fun - this just makes me feel like the baddy for telling dd off for throwing her food. Not eating her food. Losing my patience by putting her in the other room whilst I finish feeding dd2. The one who's raised her voice whene she didn't want to but felt I had no choice. And then daddy comes in (unknowingly being all chirpy to see us all that I've had a stressful afternoon)
I feel rubbish