I'm sorry that I woke up in a bad mood. When you get up before the sun rises and the whole house is warm and quiet, it can make you cranky. Besides I went to bed late, but in my defense the hour between 11pm and 12am is the one hour a day where no one is talking, except for Jon Stewart or whatever book I'm reading. I like hearing you snore peacefully and warming up your cold feet with my socked ones.
I'm sorry that I didn't check the beautifully colour coordinated calendar on the fridge and forgot that today is the day you have to bring in six cans of food, a family picture and twelve dollars for a field trip. Oh, and I'm sorry I have to work the day of that field trip and can't go with you. I'm doing my best to be everywhere everyday, and that day, I have to go where the money is.
I'm sorry that I made that mistake with that customer or put the wrong item into that slot. I'm sorry if my head seems to be in the clouds, but some of my head is still back at home, feeling the extreme guilt I felt before I even left the house. Besides, I'm not even sure that I made that mistake, but I'll take the blame, cause that's the kind of girl I am, right? Everything just rolls right off my back.
I'm sorry that I yelled at you when I went came home for lunch, but I know you sat on the computer with your coffee for a few minutes before starting the work you do at home every day. I'm sorry that I rolled my eyes and asked sarcastically if you had seen the dishes or knew where the dishwasher soap was. It's just that when I get home later the kids will tell me they couldn't empty the dishwasher because it hadn't been started. It's the same thing every day - I don't think I should have to ask anymore. I've never heard you ask me to clean the toilets, but somehow, it gets clean every week. I wonder how? Maybe it's elves?
I'm sorry I didn't cook what we had on the calendar for dinner. I just didn't feel like poaching fish and sauteeing vegetables. The pizzas in the freezer looked awesome, even if it was pizza day at school. Eat it.
I'm sorry you can't go to bed at 9pm like your sister, but you're younger and though you don't think so now, I really do know what's best. At least, I hope I do, because what's best is a lot harder than what's easy.
I'm sorry I shouted and got angry when the shower curtain bar fell on you. You were supposed to be getting your pajamas on, not taunting your brother in the bath. When he pulled the curtain to tell you to scram, it fell on you. I admit, I was more angry that you weren't listening to me than I was worried you were okay. Besides, by the time "What the hell are you doing?" came out of my mouth I knew I was overreacting, but yelling felt so good, I didnt want to stop.
I'm sorry I promised myself that tonight I would go to bed earlier, sleep better and greet the day with a bit more optimism. I'm sorry I never listen. I know you get that you relish the quiet at night and resent it in the morning.
Not every day is like this, but the ones that are make me feel sorry.