I cried at work on Friday. Big, fat tears filled with frustration and embarrassment and fragility. Luckily I held it together long enough for me to close my office door to sob in peace.
It's a complicated story, but suffice it to say that I "took one for the team" and received a mighty dress-down for something that wasn't my responsibility. Funny how when you take one for the team, you feel very much alone.
I was eating dinner with the children last night when they asked me if I had to go to work today. I said yes. And Ashley said "Awwww, I don't want you to go to work!"
And I said, "Well, neither do I actually."
So she asked, "Why not?"
I replied, "Well, I had a hard day on Friday. A mean man made me cry."
Ashley looked aghast. "What?! He made you cry???"
"Yes," I said.
"What did he say to you?"
I wasn't sure what to say. "Oh, just mean stuff."
Ashley nodded knowingly. "Did he tell you that you weren't being a very good girl?"
I smiled and said, "Yup, that's about right."
She put her hand on my hand and said, "Mommy. Next time someone does that to you, you should say 'Hey. That's not a very nice thing to say.'"
I said, "Okay, I will. That's very good advice, honey."
She went back to her plate of pasta. But then she thought of something else.
"Oh, and Mommy. Maybe next time you shouldn't sit right next to him. Have your friend sit in the spot next to him. Or, you could sit in the spot behind him," she said with a firm nod of her head.
I nodded again. "Thanks honey. I'm sure that will help."
Wouldn't life be great if problems could be solved just like they are in preschool? Add a nap, a cup of apple juice and a cookie and I'd be sailing smooth until retirement.