I lost it. I was tired of negotiating
every meal. I was exhausted by the tantrums and the sense that I was
losing a battle of wills with a five year old. I was weary of feeling
society riding my shoulders, condemning my parenting and warning me
that if she didn't eat her vegetables she was going to get fat and
face a lifetime of self-loathing.
I admit it. My goddamn kids were
spoiled. Most days I could deal with it, but I was catching a cold
and I'd made a big mistake at work, and there wasn't even that much
broccoli on the plate.
So yeah. There was a lot going on.
Still doesn't excuse my actions. I'm sorry. Really. Yes, it felt
REALLY good at the time. Petty, I know. But filling a donut with
coagulating blood and making my kid eat the whole thing? Yeah, that
was wrong.
Then again, she doesn't argue at dinner
any more. And she's never gonna eat another donut.
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