And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing ….
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
One of my children wished my death upon me tonight.
Needless to say they were not in a good mood with me. I defended them against their mother, over a minor difference of opinions, but they decided to take things up a notch and made some statements what required to be challenged. It can be argued that I could have challenged them tomorrow, but I do not know what time I will be back from work tomorrow, so I dealt with them then. The thing is that the child admitted that they were wrong, but then decided to redefine back and while and ignored the admission that they had made. Saying that their mother had made no sacrifices for them was the issue, though later they said that their mother did not need to have made any sacrifices.
As a parent, we will make sacrifices for children. I do not want to be thanked for all, and yes, some are not going to be appreciated by children, but some are, and the refusal of this child to acknowledge that made me see red.
They did hit and kick me, but I still love them, and told them so.
On a more positive note, Leia loved the snow, this video being taken when there is a light dusting. A lot more fell and she kept wanting to be taken out, just so she could play in it. In the end, we tied her lead to items so she could be in the snow, but she preferred to be with us so wanted to come back in. Playing with me can be interesting as she does view me as her fight partner as well. Saying that my daughter and I took her for a walk on a cold snow swept part of Colchester. It was so cold, but Leia loved it. Sadly, it did not tire her out.
Other than the end of the weekend, I would say it was a much needed rest. I do feel guilty that I did not vaccinate at work this weekend like so many of those I work with did. But not so guilty that I had volunteered before.
Anyway, I hope you like these videos, one to make you laugh, and the others on the topic of my child wanting me to die.
