Dear little Daisy,
I’m sorry I told the teachers at preschool how you don’t particularly like sharing much at home. Apparently you are super amazing at sharing with others at preschool. Well done, you. I’m sorry for keeping you up late recently and still sending you to pre-school when you’re tired. We’re trying to get into a routine, and with a later nap you just don’t like sleeping at bed time.
I’m sorry your nails are a little long at the moment. You won’t let me cut them whilst you’re awake and if I try to do it whilst you’re asleep you wake up. Sometimes I don’t have the energy to wrestle with your little feet at midnight after battling to get you to sleep. I’m sorry you don’t like Woody. Woody is the mascot from preschool that you got to take home. You cried and cried because you didn’t like him, but I still tried to get you to have a photo with him. I think you might like him now you have to give him back?
I’m sorry that on a Wednesday I occasionally have to leave you crying. Your dad comes to see you on a Wednesday and I know sometimes you would prefer just stay cuddled up with me on the sofa and just have a bit of time relaxing, but I know you’ll appreciate seeing him in the long run. I’m sorry we haven’t been to soft play recently. Between your recently adapted busy schedule, it’s hard to find the time. You ask to go every time we drive past, and I can’t help but feel guilty.
I’m sorry we didn’t go swimming today. It’s your second lesson but you have a really awful cold and I feel like you just needed a bit of time to relax. You’ve not been yourself today and you’re back to your childminders tomorrow so it felt like the right thing to do. I promise we’ll go next week. Mum guilt is a funny old thing. I somehow manage to twist every little detail of our weeks together into something I’ve done wrong. But deep down I know these are all silly minuscule things. At the end of the day; I will always do my best.
All my love, as always.