I’m afraid I hurt your feelings last weekend and I don’t get to see you ’til next weekend to talk about it. A flash of sadness in your eyes–that’s what keeps going through my head.
We were all a little scattered and busy, weren’t we? Your dad and I had to work on Saturday so we didn’t get a lot of time to hang out and I was so exhausted that the last thing I wanted to do was play games. I know we normally have a crazy round of Uno or Cranium or Sorry! but I just couldn’t muster the oomph.
I’m trying to learn how to be a good step-mom. I really am! And I think one of the most important things I can do is help you and your sister learn responsibility. That’s why I’m a stickler about chores. I realize that sometimes I treat you girls like you are older than you really are and that you might need a little more guidance. Or maybe I just need to be a bit more clear about what I expect. Either way, I should have checked on how you were cleaning up after dinner. And I’m sorry that I made you feel so guilty the next day for not putting the chicken pot pie away.
I love you even though you forgot the pot pie. And I’ll love you no matter what because you are that important to me.