Tonight M did something new. Something that she has never done before, at least not intentionally.
She laid on a guilt trip.
Maybe it started this morning when I stuck to my "if you pee in your pull-ups, you go back to a diaper". That resulted in a five minute melt down that only ended when I promised she could carry the keys out to the car. Obviously, we didn't start the day on a good note.
Tonight I worked late. Something I had to do last Friday as well. Last Friday I made it home for bedtime, but a few times recently, I haven't. I usually call at bedtime and say good night. Tonight, she didn't want to talk to me. I had called earlier, and I am guessing she was clearly mad I wasn't going to be home.
No good nights, no I love you's, nothing. I was persona non grata.
Just to prove to her there were no hard feelings, when I made it home and she was still awake, I went in for hugs and kisses. It took her a bit to decide if she wanted any, but I'm glad she didn't fall asleep mad at me.