The planned part of the day: The kids were to come over for a visit, Kyla would fix foodstuffs, and we’d play some games to pass the time. This would have gone well but for a big blow-out altercation involving one particular kidlet’s combination of finicky eating habits and lack of consideration. And I mean “big blow-out,” involving anger and tears and yelling and banging things around.
Argh!
The unplanned part of the day: There was a vague agreement that Kyla and I would meet up with Mari and Doug in the evening, possibly for going out to eat. Not only did we go out to eat (at the sushi-go-round place) but we also spent a fun late-evening playing games and generally being silly geeky people.
Whee!
So apparently the lesson here is, don’t plan things…
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3 responses to “Best laid plans, what?”
While I don’t know your side of the story yet. I will remind a certain parental unit that his daughter doesn’t like speghetti sauce and hasn’t eaten anything with it in it in years. And I have a hard time believing her refusal to eat lasagna would necessitate such a large blow up.
Actually, we tried to make it audibly and visibly clear to her that NO spaghetti sauce was in use. The dish was lasagna without the red sauce (and for that matter without the heavy spices). She refused to even try it, based entirely on the grounds that it’s not what she wanted to eat. And I will remind another certain parental unit that THAT particular routine isn’t exactly new, now is it?
You know how kids that age are (or at least girls, since I haven’t raised boys). Hormones & making a melodrama out of every little thing. Just a few days ago, Anxiety totally freaked out with hysterical crying because she couldn’t find certain clothes she wanted, and the next day she started crying because she accidentally dropped my cheesecake so the top got all smooshed inside the cake holder. It will pass sometime between age 13 & 16, hopefully sooner than later.