Oldest Daughter (hereafter refered to as OD because augh is hard to type) and Belle were emailing and texting earlier today about what the Grandchildren wanted for Christmas. Scooter is 6ish, Alley Cat is 3, Little Man is so young he doesn't know he's on the planet yet.
OD's FIL is getting the girls Nintendo DS game players. ( I neither confirm nor deny that I know what those are... specifically)
Belle had asked for a wish list from OD. OD texted to get them games for the DS. Belle explained that their side of the family was getting together for Christmas...a week before Christmas ** and the girls would know what was upwitdat.
Belle and OD got into a short but heated discussion. Belle swears it was because OD was too lazy to bother with writing an email listing said wish list.
Do not mess with the
Belle looked at me after ending the call.
Momentarily, I thought I was in trouble. Much to my relief Belle simply stated that she was going to buy a drum set for both the girls.
** Holidays are complicated for those of us with multiple divorces, remarriages, extended families, and kids. For the adults it is a logistics nightmare. For the kids it is boon where gifts are concerned.
"Much to my relief Belle simply stated that she was going to buy a drum set for both the girls"
ReplyDeleteGet real ones. They are very loud!
As a previously divorced father of one, and currently married stepfather of one, I understand completely.
ReplyDeleteThe holidays have always been difficult to pull off, and it usually winds up that everyone else gets the kids on the actual holiday.
My parents have a habit of one-upping everything they bought the previous year, from cap guns, to air horns, to drum sets.
"My parents have a habit of one-upping everything they bought the previous year"
DeleteYou reminded me of a story...
I am fortunate that most of my extended family has embraced mine as I have embraced theirs. I have zero contact with the Ex's side of the family, but I'm ok with that ;-)
You don't just marry the woman. You marry the family.
Apparently the path set for me on this earth included lessons of patience, which the holidays, under the traditional and perfect paradigm are a test.