Thursday, September 22, 2011
Today's major stress was brought to me by my 29 year old daughter.
She was home for a visit with her little dog Lucky. I love and adore that dog.
I don't love and adore when he pee's on my floor and daughter ignores the mess. She was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I told her about it. No response. Gave her a friendly reminder 5 minutes later. I get a moan in return, she doesn't feel good. When I notice the river of pee is snaking to the opposite side of my kitchen, I lose it. Tell her to get off her butt and take care of it. She yells back but I hear her getting up.
Well, she got me. Instead of cleaning it up, she through a large glass of water on top of it and stormed off.
I got about 3 texts telling me what an awful mother I was. I got an apology 45 minutes later via text.
I'm still angry 3 hours later. She is supposed to come over tomorrow so I can run errands with her. I really don't want to be around her.
But she is my daughter...
And, I love her unconditionally even if I am angry.
And I am.