As we were getting ready to leave the house this morning, ds said "What day is it". I said Wednesday and he said "I need my library book", but I had to tell him we would be late, he had no time to find it, should have thought about it last night (which I normally do, it just passed me by this once), then I shouted at him for kicking the door in frustration, cos he wouldn't be able to change his library book.
As we drove to the childminders ds said 'm fed up with us having arguments every morning" (which is what I say to him at least once a week!!!).
Then the traffic was lighter than usual today, so I got to work early, even found a parking space straight away (cos I was early), so we would have had time to get his book.
Why do I feel so guilty??