I shed some tears for the slaughtered norwegian teens, and for the incomprehensible inhumanity of the shooter. I shed a few more for Amy Winehouse, the tragic genius who never got to become her better self.
Yesterday evening I was going to go for a family walk. It was My idea in the first place, and I had to talk my 4 yr old into having daddy along at all! However, when I went to put on socks and shoes they just effing left without me.. How unimportant did I feel? Very. I still can't believe they did that. Upon returning, my 4 yr old was sorry and hugged me until I couldn't help but feel better, but my husband just looked bewildered and my emotions kept flipping btwn hurt and mad through this morning, so more tears were shed. I didn't chastise my daughter, incidentally. I did, however, say to my husband upon their return that, "I can't believe you left without me! You knew I was coming with you, didn't you?!" Uh, well, um, I thought so, but then she was taking off and I was watching for you and didn't see you. such bullshit. He forgets that HE'S the PARENT. You can't blame your little kid for your shoddy behavior. Man up! But I didn't say all that, I just told him that it had hurt my feelings and I looked sad and had a few tears on my face, so that's why I got the majorly sweet huggage from my little love. She DID know I was supposed to come with them, and apparently she could empathise with my hurt feelings. I don't think she's ever comforted me before. It was sweet, but let's just keep that a rarity, right? I like being the comforter. :)
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