Posts Tagged ‘daisy’
Congratulations To Me!
Okay, enough with the politics stuff today. Instead, I have some way awesome news. I just made my last van payments after 5 years. We own the van free and clear. WOOHOOO!!! My question is — what’s going to break now. LOL
Now, I would enjoy this a whole lot more if I wasn’t sitting here with a box of tissues, some cough drops, and DayQuil. Everybody else in the house got sick last week, and I think I’m getting it now! Will started it with a double ear infection, and Madison has a bad cold. Bill got sick over the weekend with his cold. I wondering if we need to get pet insurance — Daisy seems to be the only healthy one! I’ve got a big weekend coming up (I’ll be heading to the Housewares show downtown), and I don’t want to be sick!!!
Though on a better note, while picking up the tissues, Dayquil, and the cough drops this morning, I found some cute stuff to put in the kids Easter Baskets (Walgreens had Hello Kitty beanie babies! How could I turn that down?). I’ve come to the conclusion that you can buy almost anything at Walgreens nowadays (I wouldn’t be surprised if they started selling cat insurance. They had cat beds, food, toys, etc).
We’ve had a rough start this year. I’m hoping that we can only go up from here!
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I Made Madison Cry . . .
Until I offered her some cake. 
About 2 am yesterday morning, I woke up. I literally sat straight up in bed and realized that 1. St Nick was suppose to come that night and 2. That Daisy (our puppy) had surgery scheduled. Needless to say, I got up and put the St. Nick gifts out right away. As for the puppy, I wasn’t 100% sure. What a great way to start your Monday morning.
I did call while I was taking Will to school, and Daisy was indeed scheduled to get fixed. I went and grabbed her and dropped her off. I didn’t have any time to prep the kids for this.
At dinner last night, Madison wanted to know why Daisy went to the doctor. (Well, that’s what I told her). I told her to ask Bill and he told her to ask me. (Nothing like passing the buck, right?). Now, how to you explain getting fixed to a six year old? I basically told her that Daisy was at the doctor and getting fixed so she couldn’t have puppies. (It wasn’t like I had any computer support or IT support that could google what you say to a six year old.) Obviously, this was NOT the correct thing to say, because she bursted out into tears. She wailed about how Daisy should have puppies and she’d take care of them, and on and on and on. It was pretty bad. Until . . . .
I offered her dessert. I asked Madison if she’d like some cake. Immediately stopped crying.
Note to self: Cake solves almost everything. However, on a more serious note, how do you explain why you get a dog fixed to a 3 and 6 year old. Any suggestions on what I should have done different?
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