aNGRY mAM!

I don't know if I should feel sorry that my blog is more than often taking the form of a diary, but (like it or not) it is when I am this upset that I need to write (!@#@!#$_).

I don't like choices occasionally. You 'll say 'who doesn't?' Well,...I!

My daughter is going to primary school on September and I want her home at 14:00. At the time when everybody else -more or less- is leaving school also. Not at 15:30, not at 16:15 but at 14:00. Like almost every other kid of her age. OK, if I couldn't pick her up at that time, I wouldn't, and then the choice would be nice. But I CAN! And I WANT to! And why do you have to make me feel guilty for needing to be a 'mother'? Perhaps crazy, overprotective, or whatever, but still. Why should she eat lunch at school when she can have it here? Why must she come exhausted and cranky and then have me all over her, pushing her to study and learn to read and write and so on. She is 6! And she is allowed to have a 6-hour schedule at school, then a 6-hour schedule at home. And some other outer activity if we can put it there as well.

So, no. I say this to you and I say this to me. For once, I am sure of what I want and I am claiming it. And no. It will not be worse for her, and I will not be taking anything worthy away. It's her first year in school after all God @#$!#%@#%@!!!!

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