Monday, September 11, 2006


Tonight, I made my son cry. I feel so bad.

He was taking a shower and got water EVERYWHERE in the bathroom. I mean everywhere. Took me several towels to clean up the mess.

Of course, I got mad at him.

I went back in a few minutes later to check on him cause I thought I heard crying. He was. Big, huge tears were just pouring down.

"I thought you didn't love me anymore" he said through his tears.

I felt horrible.

I explained to him that no matter what he ever does, no matter how much I may be mad at him, nothing would ever stop me from loving him. That made him feel better.

Course it still didn't make me not feel horrible.
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