I don't like you .....

:O(

What a way to start a Sunday morning, huh? That's what I heard after a feeble attempt at buckling a belt while still sleeping at 7:08AM. I politely asked if I could fix it once I woke up, and could use my fingers better, and I got an abrubt "I don't like you".

I was so sad.

Logically, I knew this would happen. I knew these words were a possibility. Just not at 5. oiy.

I told S my feelings were so hurt, and I felt so .... betrayed. She apologized, and moved on with her day. I moped around for a good two hours. Pathetic. Why was I so affected by that?

I so don't want my kids not to like me. I want them to love me. Love me as I love them. Unconditionally. Regardless if they buckle a belt. at 7:00 in the morning. On a Sunday.

Where *is* that instruction book for the kids, anyway? I swear I had it once in a dream I had ..... it's GOT to be around here somewhere .....

In glorious 5 year old fashion, I spent a delicious evening with her at dinner and after, we were just hugging and talking, and spelling things and sounding things out. And the disaster of a morning was a distant memory.

Life with reds .... it's got it's ups and it's downs ..... good thing the ups outweigh the downs !