Big Bad Kitty
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Between my unappreciative daughter and my even less appreciative DEX, I am ready to cry.
I have been secretly trying to set up for DEX to take Tink to a Daddy-daughter dance for the past 2 weeks. Secret from Tink, not from DEX. He needs 5 years notice and hourly reminders. Anyways, I did not say anything to her because I know how he is and I did not want her to be disappointed if it fell through. Today the tickets were finally purchased (by me of course, and I will never see that money again I am sure) along with a wrist corsage for Tink. Do I get a thank you from him? Nooo....
But at least they are set to go tomorrow. Fine. Now I can fix Tink's dress without her wondering why. She comes home to see the fresh newly fixed dress and I can finally tell her that she has a "princess ball" to go to.
"When?" (A smile from ear to ear)
"Tomorrow!"
"But when?"
"Tomorrow like dinnertime (6:30)."
Smile fades and morphs into an instant meltdown. Because "That's too late. Forget it. I don't even want to go!" Fall to ground. Kick. Throw papers. Oh and while we are at it, "I hate school too. It is SO BORING."
Next sound is my heart thudding after it broke into two pieces and sank. I sit there holding her dress that I just fixed so she can go to a dance that only she and her dad can go to, and he can't thank me for buying the tickets and SHE is having issues over the time. She can't even TELL TIME!!
I have been secretly trying to set up for DEX to take Tink to a Daddy-daughter dance for the past 2 weeks. Secret from Tink, not from DEX. He needs 5 years notice and hourly reminders. Anyways, I did not say anything to her because I know how he is and I did not want her to be disappointed if it fell through. Today the tickets were finally purchased (by me of course, and I will never see that money again I am sure) along with a wrist corsage for Tink. Do I get a thank you from him? Nooo....
But at least they are set to go tomorrow. Fine. Now I can fix Tink's dress without her wondering why. She comes home to see the fresh newly fixed dress and I can finally tell her that she has a "princess ball" to go to.
"When?" (A smile from ear to ear)
"Tomorrow!"
"But when?"
"Tomorrow like dinnertime (6:30)."
Smile fades and morphs into an instant meltdown. Because "That's too late. Forget it. I don't even want to go!" Fall to ground. Kick. Throw papers. Oh and while we are at it, "I hate school too. It is SO BORING."
Next sound is my heart thudding after it broke into two pieces and sank. I sit there holding her dress that I just fixed so she can go to a dance that only she and her dad can go to, and he can't thank me for buying the tickets and SHE is having issues over the time. She can't even TELL TIME!!