I know, I know... just need to get it down and out of my system.
Had a not bad day, really, all day at home with her and her 9 month old sister. About half an hour ago I asked her to tidy up some dry pasta she chucked around the lounge floor. Tidy up or no cbeebies. Asked once, twice, fifteen times (there goes 'calmer, happier bloody parenting'...), saw red and screamed at her, threw something against the wall. Picked up the bloody pasta myself. Screamed into a pillow upstairs... She's watching TV.
I know, she does not understand the cause and effect (no tidying, no TV), she's only a baby, once you get into an argument you have lost it. I know all the theory and yet I cannot seem to stop the red mist descending.
I am horrible. I think I scared her today. I have seen the GP about pos pnd, awaiting referral for cbt. It will probably take weeks and sometimes I just do not know what to do not to just go out the door and not come back... I am scared that I will be, am, one of those mothers people takl about on Relationships board.
She's my first born, I cannot stand the thought of something happening to her and yet I am so horrible to her myself...
I'll go give her a cuddle now. Tomorrow is another day.