“I don’t like this Valentine’s Day card.”
“I’m not fond of cleaning up.”
“That does not make me happy.”
“But I want something!”
Yesterday, I begged Big Friend to take Little Friend to work with him for the day. Just as a little Valentine’s Day present to me. He laughed. Did he think I was kidding? Fortunately, he read my mood and offered to spend an hour cleaning up the kitchen after our filet-mignon-risotto-asparagus dinner.
Have I given you a glimpse of the zeitgeist around here these days? Three words–double ear infection.
People, I had no idea. Are those two floppy appendages on the sides of our head really this critical to the overall mood of a teeny-tiny tot?
Also, I had no idea “Mommy” could be stretched into seven syllables at a certain timbre and pitch that punches bloody holes in my own eardrums.
In addition, I had no idea how short a fuse I could have when a veteran whiner is in my vicinity.
Finally, fair warning, I’ll weep when the next person tells me, “If you think this is bad, just wait until you get to the teenage years.”
We’re here already folks. That does not make me happy!
Here’s wishing you a truly happy, ear-infection-free, belated Valentine’s Day.
Not sure what I’m doing next. I just suggested a stroller ride to Little Friend, and I got, “That wouldn’t make me happy either.”
If your eardrums aren’t bleeding, they should be.
Here’s hoping for sunnier days ahead…