Sometimes I'm a disaster

Sometimes I get it together...often I don't.

4 Words to Heartache.

Page has a very shrill scream...ear piercing. Whether it's done as a result of delight or frustration I would honestly rather not hear it. Tonight she screamed a few times in a row, and each time I asked her not to. After the third, and because I guess we're doing this now, I told her if she screamed one more time there would be a time out. And of course she did, so there was. I took her to the time out spot, obviously she was not happy about it....but there was no yelling or sobbing. As soon as she realized she had to stay there, she just looked sad and said "mummy I good girl." And then my heart broke into a million pieces. And I nearly burst into tears. That she would think even for a second that I thought she was "bad" is unbearable to me. I never tell her she is bad, she might be behaving in a rude or unacceptable way that needs to be dealt with, but she is not bad. As far as two year olds go, she's unbelievably cool. On reflection, this is the first time I have ever had the feeling that she really understood my frustration and didn't want me to be mad at her, and when I think about it each of those million pieces breaks again. Man, I'm such a Mum sometimes.