“I felt RAGE.
Rage.
I’ve been working more hours, struggling to get everything done.
Cleaning more, trying to juggle everything with not one freaking minute to myself. Can these kids not just go the heck to sleep?
I was angry. I got up and stormed over to the hallway. I growled at the door in a voice I didn’t recognize.
I was ready to yell — no, BLAST — whoever was there.
I opened the door and I saw my little girl, Sofia. Her normally cheeky smile was replaced with big brown eyes full of fear.
She was crouched down and when she saw my angry face she started to cry. Her beautiful face full of fear, and her little lip curled…
‘You scare me, Mommy.’
I felt my anger melt all to the pit of my stomach and my heart thud right into there too.
I thought to myself, what a crap mother you are. You failed. You frightened a four-year-old because you wanted to eat biscuits.
I stared at her and she held out her arms for me.
Me. The scary monster. She wanted me. The same person who frightened her, she was seeking comfort from.
