twice bitten, not shy but mad....

So my angel has been bitten again.  And now I am mad.... the Director of the centre shall be hearing from me.  The wrath of the mild mannered mother is unleashed...
It tears my heart out to look at her bruised little face.  Of course it triggers all sorts of mummy guilt... about working, about sending her to day care...about not being the perfect mother who protects her from any pain at all... But I know too that there is nothing I can do really... that this is her journey and I can only hold her hand and give her cuddles when she asks for them... which she does now :-)