Confession

So, today was...a day. This afternoon, Abbey had a friend over playing and they were playing outside, because the weather is absolutely beautiful in St. George right now. Makayla was out there with them, too. I was with Jocey, exchanging FHE packets. I was checking on the kids every so often, because she and her friend are two peas in a pod, and very mischievous. So, I had to get after them a few times for little things...no big deal. Then all of a sudden the two older kids come running in, and I asked Abbey where Makayla was and she said she was outside. Then they ran back outside, so I followed them, to check on Makayla. I find all three of them in the playhouse, in the sand pile. Makayla looks at me (with a face that will haunt me the rest of my life) with a face covered in mud. (caked in her eyes, mouth, hair) tears streaming down her face and snot running down her nose. I LOST IT! and this is the part I want someone to write me back and say it has happened to them, and that I'm normal. I screamed Abbey's name and sent her right to her room, and yelled at her friend to go home. (this all in front of Jocey, mind you) SO, I'm sure she is thinking I'm a complete nut job, but she was, of course, very polite about it all. So, I have never been so mad in my life, to think they could do that to this sweet little, helpless baby. So, I have Makayla in the tub flushing mounds of mud out of her eyes, and it occurs to me, I have no idea how this happened. She could've done this to herself, for all I know. So, I talked to Abbey and got the scoop (from a 3 year old point of view) and apparently they were just throwing mud on her face. (Still bad, yes- but my first thoughts were shoving mud in her eyes and rubbing it all over her face with their hands-- so, still mean, but not as malicious as I first thought) So, now, sitting here- seeing that Makayla is okay, she will survive her first bullying, I sit and fret about
1. Yelling at someone else's child and sending him to walk home in a rage. (and not just any child, a friend of mine's child, and Abbey's very best friend)
2. Having Jocey witness the whole feable moment.
So, please tell me this has happened to you. Please tell me that Abbey's little friend will not think of me as "that mean mom, who yells at me."
I just have to say, there is just nothing like seeing your child being hurt. It just breaks your heart. I can't imagine the day they come home after being bullied at school, or having been dumped. How hard it is to see your kids in pain.