Tonight, I decided to cuddle with Ewan when I put him to bed. It had been a bit of a rough night and he had been playing up a bit. And I just wanted to cuddle with him a little. Of course, according to my Mum, this is a crime. She came in, and started ranting. I got up, not wanting Ewan to hear it, and she just kept going.
Apparently, I’m jealous of her and Ewan and am trying to ‘upstage’ her. And because I shoo’d her out of the bedroom at night time earlier this week (he was having a tantrum and I really didn’t want her to play into it and give it attention), she said there’s two rules one for her and one for me. I said they were different circumstances. She argued what gives me the right to decide the rules. And replied that I’m his Mum. And she said that she does more for Ewan than I do, and that I’m a crap Mum.
No matter how many times she says it, no matter how much I deny it, it hurts so much.
Blindyd
April 27, 2010 at 4:15 am
I think this is one of thoughs times that all of us over seas want to think of something to say, but the words just don’t come. I really can’t think of anything that will make all of that easier for you, but I can honestly say you can’t be all that bad of a mama. Your patient enough with us block heads. Patience is a great quality in anyone, especially a mama.
phoenix182
April 27, 2010 at 12:29 pm
*BIG CRUSHING HUG*
the only action for when there are no words.