Hey, Laree, as I recall, my collie dog loves your boy. . . and he is a much better judge of character than most people I know! Big hug to both of you!
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Wow, you do have a lot ahead of you. Do you have some help? Meals coming to you? Hope you are well. So glad to hear that your DH will be home.
Should we be dropping off casseroles? I make a mean lasagna. ("mean" in a good way). Please let us know if you need anything. Chicken people are surprisingly good support folks.
I am angry today. AAANNNGRY.
I am going to vent--only because I have no outlet at work. You may want to stop reading. FYI- I am well aware I am making a mountain out of a molehill.
Saturday we had our work picnic at Castles and Coasters. Good fun, my family didn't stay long because we have two small children. Ronin is 15 months, so I took him into the banquet hall early, hoping to find him some chips. DH and DS went off to do a few rides. There was one other guy--I didn't know his name-- in there with his kid. Lets call him "D-bag". He was NOT watching his kid, and
twice I corralled the child and sent him back into the banquet hall when the little boy started to bolt out into the park.
They served lunch, and we sat across from D-bag & family. I let Ronin have a hotdog--not his normal healty fare. He got halfway through it realized the hotdog was what it tasted like, and tossed it: RIGHT at D-bag. The hotdog landed in D-bag's lap, who started making disgusted noises. I apoligized, gave Ronin the "Nono" speach, and got D-bag some baby wipes for any lingering ketchup smears. That was the end of it--or so I thought.
TODAY- I get told D-bag is complaining to everyone downstairs, and put in a formal "complaint" to my boss because "Laree can't control her children". To be fair, yes sometimes that
is true-- but in this case: DUDE- the
BABY chucked tubular meat at you. Toddlers throw stuff. It happens.
But that is not what makes me mad. He is ALSO telling everyone, "Her kids are always out of control. At last year's picnic, the SAME kid threw something at me, too." What the French Toast!!? Last year's picnic was in February. Ender got sick at last year's picnic and spent the entire time being carried around by my other boss--his favorite "auntie". So I know D-bag can't be talking about Ender. THEREFORE-- according to D-bag, my 3-month-old singled him out, and maliciously tossed a baby booty? He was able to focus his little eyes past the confines of my front sling carrier, muster up some miraculous muscle control, and bink him in the head?
It must have hurt for him to remember so clearly! Ronin must be truly EVIL to hunt D-bag down for a second year in a row. SHAME ON ME for not controlling my infants!
OK- I feel better now. Thanks for letting me beach and moan.