It’s the little things that can really just screw up a day. It starts with the kids or husband not listening and ends with something broken or damaged in this scenario.
On our first trip to Disney, my husband bought me a glass which had Grumpy on the front and my name engraved on the back. I’m a *huge* Grumpy fan and I loved this glass. Today it broke, just now in fact. It was in the dishwasher and well, I wasn’t the one to use it. I’ve repeatedly asked the kids to NOT use that ONE glass.
Is that really too much to ask?
Funny enough my son bought me a Jiminy Cricket mug on one of his trips to Disney. Again one of my favorites and it has a big chip on the front of it.
As for bigger things — I love my dining room table. I asked my daughter repeatedly not to do her nails at that table. Now there are three spots on the wood where the acetone from her nail polish remover damaged the wood.
I can go on and on with this type of crap but there’s no point – I can’t change it. Sometimes it’s really just the little things that mean so much and at the same time those little things can make or break your day.
On the flip side I know I broke some of my parents stuff over the years… but today it’s about me. It’s my blog.
My Dad & The Snickers Bar
I am the oldest of three children. When we were younger and I still lived at home, my dad would always keep a Snickers bar tucked in the back of the freezer. Only we always knew it was there and the temptation was too great not to eat it. This Snickers bar was replaced more time than I can count (especially by my brother). But there were a few times that he went to the freezer for that candy bar after a long day of work only to find it wasn’t there. And he would get MAD.
The thing is, as kids, our response to him would always be something like, “Well it’s been in there for six months and you haven’t eaten it.” And he would flip out that it didn’t matter how long it was in there because it was HIS. He could leave it in there for five years if that is what he wanted to do with HIS candy bar.
I didn’t get it then… I often thought he was just cranky. But now, as a parent, I get it. It was him knowing that damn candy bar was in the freezer waiting for him whether or not he chose to eat it. It’s the little things.
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That brings back such fond moments!! Usually it was your brother who forgot to replace it. That thing would of been replaced 15 times before he craved it and that was why we always forgot about it.
I guess my problem is I never worried about things like that and did not get mad unless it was something import. Candy bar didn’t always count that way for me but I guess like you said it was the fact that someone else was taking something that was his. His mom used to throw out all his things so he became very possive about things like that.
Gotta love him for who he is or not, but that is how it goez!!!
I can totally relate. I’ve had a pencil collection since I was in 4th grade. It’s not huge… but, there are random pencils I’ve collected over the years… all unsharpened and in a mug. Well, when I was with my husband… he needed a pencil one day and SHARPENED one of them and USED it!!! I was so livid!! I can’t replace any of those. I had told him time and time again. How hard is it to just sharpen a regular pencil?!? LOL