Midweek Trouble...
So...a few years ago, when no one was watching Mom, she took our big shepherd out for a walk, and he nipped at someone. Mom didn't remember, Santana had to go to doggie jail. Today, Mom got to the corner of the house, with Santana before she was noticed! This could have been bad in so many ways...Dad was in the basement "for 2 minutes". Dirk fortunately heard her and went out to get her...she put the leash on Santana, opened the door and walked out...Dirk took Mom and Santana for a brief walk and came back in the house...Dad finally came upstairs, and wondered what the fuss was all about, then yelled at Mom, who did not remember she had just walked the dog. Leash goes back to being hidden!
Grocery shopping is a participation sport for Dad, and he is jonesin' for a fix. No car yet, so he has this grocery list. He now attaches cash to the list, in hopes that I will cook their dinner, then go to the store for them after working all day, and teaching my online course, and doing all the things I do when I get home...our kids are funny. "Poppie is playing you, Ma" and "Don't let him manipulate you". Shopping for me is like going to hell with a snowsuit on...I do it as little as possible, and get the most I can while I'm there.
Dad says, "Your mother wants those vanilla sandwich cookies and there's no fruit left, and she doesn't like the vanilla pudding that you bought her."
Me thinks, "YOU want those vanilla sandwich cookies, and YOU don't like the fruit that YOU told me to buy - fresh apples...and YOU told me NOT to buy chocolate pudding."
Me says, "I can't go to the store till Friday after I bring you both to the doctor. There's canned pineapple, and you can slice some apples, and there's caramel pudding."
Dad, "That's not going to work. I need these things tomorrow."
Me, "Sorry."
I'm learning...
Grocery shopping is a participation sport for Dad, and he is jonesin' for a fix. No car yet, so he has this grocery list. He now attaches cash to the list, in hopes that I will cook their dinner, then go to the store for them after working all day, and teaching my online course, and doing all the things I do when I get home...our kids are funny. "Poppie is playing you, Ma" and "Don't let him manipulate you". Shopping for me is like going to hell with a snowsuit on...I do it as little as possible, and get the most I can while I'm there.
Dad says, "Your mother wants those vanilla sandwich cookies and there's no fruit left, and she doesn't like the vanilla pudding that you bought her."
Me thinks, "YOU want those vanilla sandwich cookies, and YOU don't like the fruit that YOU told me to buy - fresh apples...and YOU told me NOT to buy chocolate pudding."
Me says, "I can't go to the store till Friday after I bring you both to the doctor. There's canned pineapple, and you can slice some apples, and there's caramel pudding."
Dad, "That's not going to work. I need these things tomorrow."
Me, "Sorry."
I'm learning...
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