Suz
(the future) MRS. GERE
How was Christmas for you?
Are you smiling? :snowman:
Weeping? :tissue:
Did you have to get stitches on your tongue because you bit it so much? :nurse:
Does your neck ache from being a quiet bobblehead? :doctor:
It seems that I am the latter. Suffering from whiplash from the bobblehead syndrome.
Rob and his girlfriend Heather came for lunch on Sunday. They were an hour late. They called to forewarn me, which was nice, except lunch had been in the oven for hours and tasted more like shoe leather by the time they got here, than slow-roasted ribs. :hammer:
They loved the gifts I got them.
And I got nothing in return. Not even a card.
Do I have the only difficult child who does this? Honestly, I can't imagine not getting my parents a gift when I was a young adult. In past years I really didn't mind as much because I knew how poor Rob was but he had been bragging about all of the gifts he had gotten Heather and that he still had $200.00 left over...and "sorry Mom, I would have gotten you something but I didn't know what to get."
Bobblehead :hammer:, bobblehead :hammer:, bobblehead :hammer:.
I have been so grateful to have a non-combative relationship with him the last couple of years that I think I've let him down with teaching him the next step...and that is nurturing an important relationship. I've modeled the behavior but he isn't very good at picking up the cues. Maybe a baseball bat will be a more effective training tool? :rofl:
So that will be my goal this year.
He did call me last night to wish me a Merry Christmas. Count your blessings, Suz...and I do.
In the meantime, sweet baby Chloe decided to chew a HOLE THE SIZE OF A QUARTER in my leather loveseat. :nonono: :faint: :tissue:
She is lucky she is so cute...and alive. :crazy:
Tell me about your holiday.
Suz
Are you smiling? :snowman:
Weeping? :tissue:
Did you have to get stitches on your tongue because you bit it so much? :nurse:
Does your neck ache from being a quiet bobblehead? :doctor:
It seems that I am the latter. Suffering from whiplash from the bobblehead syndrome.
Rob and his girlfriend Heather came for lunch on Sunday. They were an hour late. They called to forewarn me, which was nice, except lunch had been in the oven for hours and tasted more like shoe leather by the time they got here, than slow-roasted ribs. :hammer:
They loved the gifts I got them.
And I got nothing in return. Not even a card.
Do I have the only difficult child who does this? Honestly, I can't imagine not getting my parents a gift when I was a young adult. In past years I really didn't mind as much because I knew how poor Rob was but he had been bragging about all of the gifts he had gotten Heather and that he still had $200.00 left over...and "sorry Mom, I would have gotten you something but I didn't know what to get."
Bobblehead :hammer:, bobblehead :hammer:, bobblehead :hammer:.
I have been so grateful to have a non-combative relationship with him the last couple of years that I think I've let him down with teaching him the next step...and that is nurturing an important relationship. I've modeled the behavior but he isn't very good at picking up the cues. Maybe a baseball bat will be a more effective training tool? :rofl:
So that will be my goal this year.
He did call me last night to wish me a Merry Christmas. Count your blessings, Suz...and I do.
In the meantime, sweet baby Chloe decided to chew a HOLE THE SIZE OF A QUARTER in my leather loveseat. :nonono: :faint: :tissue:
She is lucky she is so cute...and alive. :crazy:
Tell me about your holiday.
Suz