We decided to offer the game night ticket to my wife’s brother as an additional part to his Christmas present. So he will travel down and watch the game with my eldest daughter. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad about not going with her — again, this time. But, in all fairness we have tickets for the end of the month, and I have one more set for early March as well, so I’m not hard done by, by any means. I’ll put on my colours, and will cheer from the couch. Maybe this time their section will win a prize, or a t-shirt, or get to meet Carlton the Bear. I know she’d love that!
Tomorrow is a PA Day, so with any luck both kids will sleep in, and not be grouchy after a late night out to the game. Well, the oldest one won’t be much of a problem, she’s old enough to keep herself occupied, and to find things to do that she likes. The youngest one is that child that still needs/wants everything done for her, and is the bigger issue at play. It depends, if I’m busy with work it will feel like a hassle, and if I’m slow then I won’t much mind. I don’t like to be made to feel like a servant, but I also don’t mind occasionally being helpful for fetching an item from the kitchen. Problem is the youngest one tends to abuse this by calling for any & everything under the sun. Which makes me angry. You need “a” drink, sure, you want six refills, and snacks, and, and, and…. then I’m magically in a huff, and it’ll get pretty shouty around here quickly. No point worrying about that which hasn’t happened yet. Getting pre-mad is stupid.
I need to go back to the drawing board on a big project, so I’ll be fairly busy today. Best get a move on. Ciao Bella.
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