DD4 was still awake at 11pm, messing about in her room. I’m exhausted. We have a complicated day tomorrow.
I went in to try to get her into bed. She pushed a book at me, which hit my foot. I just lost it, picked up the book and threw it across the room. DD burst into tears. I think I really scared her. I feel like the worst mother in the world. I gave her a big cuddle and said I was sorry and I was very wrong to do it. That I shouldn’t have done it. I’m irrationally worried at the impact it could have on her and how she feels about me. And I’m shocked at my loss of control.
I feel like a monster.