Too Much of a Good Mom
Friday: I allowed Sabrina to skive off school again; her sister was going to see Barney, and I didn’t want her to miss out. And took her shopping. And bought her a new outfit. That she got absolutely filthy at the birthday party I took her to tonight.
Then I asked her to help out by picking up the myriad craft supplies she had strewn about the livingroom. That’s when the screaming started.
I’m trying to keep my cool about it all and recognize that maybe the problem is that I’ve been too nice lately; in not wanting her to miss out, I’ve said yes to too many things and overloaded her system. And seven year-olds aren’t exactly known for their longterm memory skills or their gratitude. But in all honestly, while I don’t subscirbe to the martyr school of motherhood, I’m finding the total lack of appreciation a bit hard to take right now. Especially since I’m not getting any presents on Sunday.