I don't get mad very often. I get upset and annoyed, but anger just isn't something I experience very often. This morning I was angry. Yesterday Ella peed through her diaper onto her carseat. When we got home I wrestled with it to get the cover off and put it in the wash. I left the carseat on a table in the laundry room- where the children are not supposed to be unless they are walking through to go to the bathroom and then going right back out. Well, I guess the vulnerable styrofoam cover on the carseat proved too tempting for my curious Maddie. I was nursing Charlotte on the couch this morning when Peter came to me and said that Maddie was picking the foam off the carseat!! I interrupted poor little baby's feeding to run down and investigate only to find that, sure enough, she was in the process of destroying it. Discipline was administered and I emailed Pete to vent. Here's part of my email:
I am so angry at her I could spit. She picked off a huge chunk of the foam that is attached to the carseat. I don't know if it's salvageable- it says right on it "do not remove."
Here's what he wrote back:
She can't read.
If you need to spit, do it in the sink....
I will check it out when I get home.
Be patient and show the child the error of her ways with a gracious attitude.
I was laughing so hard when I read that! Then, of course, the kids wanted to know what I was laughing about. I said, "it's between me and your father." So then Peter asked, "did he call you 'girlfriend?'" That made me laugh all over again.