So tell me this?
If the sight of my slumped four year old,
sadly, oh so sadly, waiting for her late arriving mother
on her "Special Person's Morning Tea"
while everyone else's Special Person had turned up on time,
breaks my heart just a little bit,
how the heck am I expected to cope with
the first time her heart gets really broken by a boy?
...When she works out that not all people are nice to you
and the world is not always a nice place
and that even cute animals die in the name of the food chain?
...When she tells me that she hates me for the first time?
Life was so much easier when a Wiggles bandaid fixed the bruises.
(It also has to be said,
she has every right to feel gypped that her mum,
who she spends all her free time with,
was the best example of a Special Person that we could put together
with rellies so far away).
On the upside,
my tardiness was due to finding some completed homework
forgotten at the back door
and taking it to my eldest at school
so that he wouldn't get in to trouble.
So I still get a smiley stamp for today.
Just not a gold star.