The Crying Game

I'm sitting here in front of my snazzy new mac crying.  Good thing my in-monitor camera isn't on because I'm not a pretty crier.  Madeline is having a sleep over tonight, and we were sitting on my bed, watching High School Musical 3 picking out nail polish colors, when Mad opened one and ruined my comforter.  I got so upset, even more so when she dropped the whiny "It was an aaaccideentt" line on me.  And now I'm sitting here so upset that I got so upset.  It was an accident.  She's 6.  She didn't do it on purpose.  But I was so upset.  I didn't yell.  I just tried to clean it up and went to my office.  She knows I'm upset, I can see it in her eyes, but I just need to calm down for a second.  Then I'll go in and tell her I know it was an accident, and that I forgive her and love her to bits.  I used to HATE it when I knew people were disappointed in me, and I can tell that's how she feels.

But seriously guys, my expensive down comforter is totally shot to shit.  Oh well.  It's bedding.  Big deal.  That little 6 year old is more important than that - obviously.  But no more nail polish for that turkey...at least not on my bed.

Have a good one.  I'll give it a shot.