Selective Memory

This morning was hellacious. Let's just say that there was a lot of yelling, lots of "I hate you", and several random threats such as, "If I get in the car and you're not in it you'll be stuck here and there is no Aquarium for you!"


This is not the first morning that has gone like this. Usually it is on a school morning when we're running late. I think over the last year we have had about five mornings where once I drop her off I really start bawling on my way to work. The first two times I would call my mother and apologize for every mean thing I ever said to her as a child. The next two times I just cried. Today I called Mom again, mostly because MAC was supposed to be going to the Baltimore Aquarium with her and my sister and I wanted to warn her that MAC might not be in the best mood.

Mom said that she thought perhaps, MAC and I both woke up with the feeling that we were going to get into fight and so it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy. She also reminded me that it is part of being a mother to you take the "I love you's" and forget the "I hate you's".

When I got home this evening MAC acted as if nothing had happened this morning. She even said she loved me. Selective memory is wonderful. I hope that I can use it too.