Sorry, Not Sorry
A Lesson Learned. I think
I don't understand how things went sideways, but they did.
She was happy as lark singing Feliz Navidad as she jumped off the bus and wandered up the driveway in her too-big shoes dragging a special Christmas craft that's not be opened by us until the big day.
The fun started when she saw the Highlights Magazine that came in the mail and she ran to it like a bug to a light. Trouble was, she still had her coat on and her shoes on and the dog needed to be fed.
And she wanted one thing and that was the magazine. After asking repeatedly that she take off her shoes and hang up her coat like normal people do she ignored me and then when she did answer whined that taking off her shoes was too hard.
Okay. If it's too hard to take off your shoes then it's too hard to read a magazine and I grabbed the magazine and tossed it on the shelf.
Cue screaming.
and more screaming
and more...
you get the idea.
After getting screamed at for about 10 minutes straight she finally caught her breath enough to ask me for a hug.
Oh. NO. That's not how this works. You need to tell Dad you're sorry before there's any hugs happening.
NO Hugs! She screamed at me.
Okay, Bye. And I went downstairs to my little man/cave/office to hide from my five year old. She can sort out her emotions on her own time. I am done.
About five minutes later, I hear scurrying behind me and I see a flash of her leaving. She left behind this note:
Apology accepted.
I think I like this apology even better in writing. If she changes her mind, I can call my lawyer. 😄
We have a contract. Hugs are free. ❤️
