...but everytime I think I have a cool title, I get little response. Actually, I get little response at the best of times so it's best I just suck it up and get on with it n'est ce pas? (did I spell that right?...please help Ms. Jolie...I love your broken english posts....but I mostly enjoy the thought processes behind them...and I most assuredly trust your correction on grammatical Francais)
I got in today later than I expected, held over by unforeseen circumstances, I had set an hour to be home, then found that fate had twisted that arrival time forward by an hour. A common event I am sure. Couple that with today being a kind of crappy day. I am sure I have the right to just want to relax and unwind after the working day. Of course I have that right. Will fate permit it?....lol....we all know that answer.
In any event, my daughter phones in the middle of this maelstrom that I have created for my self important self..."Daddy, have you seen my wallet?".....I am in the middle of shit, I tell her I will check when I get home (she lives weekly with me, weekends with her.....I LOVE that shift...I am not self indulgent on that, I just enjoy it. The ex and I chatted extensively prior to said shift, it's not a battle).
I phone her back after a bit...."no, baby, no wallet apparent in the usual places". She replies..."oh, it's alright, I found it!"....I reply..."thanks for letting me know"...she says..."I didn't think you would look that hard".....I reply..."no problem"...we exchange the usual post conversation pleasantries....*click*
Obviously, I am annoyed. And then I think...what a horrid way that would be to leave things. I phone her back....I apologize for being rude. It's not the first time I have done that. I catch myself being rude and short with people based on my own expectations not being met. Who doesn't?
I love that I did apologize...she is wordly and getting moreso....I hope her world will encompass the heartfelt apology for the little thing done wrong. That's my job as parent...cool job...cool kid. Some things I can't tell her...I can only show her.
kindest,
eddie.
I got in today later than I expected, held over by unforeseen circumstances, I had set an hour to be home, then found that fate had twisted that arrival time forward by an hour. A common event I am sure. Couple that with today being a kind of crappy day. I am sure I have the right to just want to relax and unwind after the working day. Of course I have that right. Will fate permit it?....lol....we all know that answer.
In any event, my daughter phones in the middle of this maelstrom that I have created for my self important self..."Daddy, have you seen my wallet?".....I am in the middle of shit, I tell her I will check when I get home (she lives weekly with me, weekends with her.....I LOVE that shift...I am not self indulgent on that, I just enjoy it. The ex and I chatted extensively prior to said shift, it's not a battle).
I phone her back after a bit...."no, baby, no wallet apparent in the usual places". She replies..."oh, it's alright, I found it!"....I reply..."thanks for letting me know"...she says..."I didn't think you would look that hard".....I reply..."no problem"...we exchange the usual post conversation pleasantries....*click*
Obviously, I am annoyed. And then I think...what a horrid way that would be to leave things. I phone her back....I apologize for being rude. It's not the first time I have done that. I catch myself being rude and short with people based on my own expectations not being met. Who doesn't?
I love that I did apologize...she is wordly and getting moreso....I hope her world will encompass the heartfelt apology for the little thing done wrong. That's my job as parent...cool job...cool kid. Some things I can't tell her...I can only show her.
kindest,
eddie.
