Bonnie's husband's aunt died so they needed yesterday off to go to the funeral. I should have thrown Isabella in the car with them. The morning started off okay-I was going to stay home with her until 11:30 and then Todd was going to take over. Everything was going fine until I told her to clean up her princess purse and to stop standing on the window sill. You would have thought I had asked her to clean up all the garbage in NYC. The whining! The complaining! She even tried to slug me in the leg to show her disapproval. Then I broke the news that we were meeting Todd at the tax place and go to lunch. WHOOOOO HOOOOOOO! She told me she wasn't going and she was going to stay home alone. I was tempted to threaten the monsters she is so scared about at night but I thought better of myself. I asked her if she really wanted to stay alone and she said 'yes'. Stupid me THOUGHT she would follow me downstairs after a change of heart. I THOUGHT she would chase me down after I announced I was, in fact, getting in the car (I said this multiple times). By this time, I was HOT and MAD and didn't quite know how to deal with her. I marched upstairs to find her feet sticking out from beneath my bed. Ugh. I pulled her out and threw her over my shoulder and tossed her in the car-HOTTER AND MADDER. The entire drive, this is all I heard--"I don't want to see Daddy. I don't want to eat with Daddy. I don't want to go to taxes. I don't want to be in the car. I don't want to see Daddy. I WANT TO STAY HOME."
Fast forward to the tax place-I offer to leave her with the secretary seeing that LOVES little children and FINDS her whining, moaning little self so adorable. Todd has to remove her sprawled out form from the office couch and put her in my car-with her knickers still in a knot. Lunch was pretty much the same. Todd tried to cajole her out of her mood by throwing her into the air. Not a good choice. She started to bawl. I finally told him to ignore her and just eat. Not 20 seconds later, she reached over and took his hand. Must have been the hot dog he gave her.
After that morning, I was pretty happy to return to work!
I can't get the image of her little feet sticking out from underneath your bed. Priceless. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the laugh (at your expense of course)
I don't know why the "Okay, I'm leaving," didn't work, it always works on our dog.
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