My daughters went to bed today, having fully hacked me off by the pair of them being lippy, not listening then icing the cake by drawing on my white sofa (covers in the machine!! Whoever invented washable sofa covers should be covered in oil and fed to the lesbians)... anyway I put them to bed and ceased to read their story as they refused to settle, instead talking over the story, singing and generally being toddlers. As I left, I made a point of giving each one a kiss and telling them I loved them - this is an imporant routine for me, I want them to know that I love them even when I don't like them very much. My response from my 3 year old, was "well, I don't love you mummy" repeated until I left the room.
I am aware that she has no clue of the impact this would have. It was just something she could say to show me how angry she was at not getting her own way. But still I feel incredibley wounded (not that I showed her, but instead am holed up in front of the pc with a nasty lump in my throat unsure whether tears are called for or if I'm just being childish and over emotional).
I'm moving out when they hit teenage!
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