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 times 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.