Last night, we did our grocery shopping as a family because Wegmans is like a night out, right?!!? 😉 Oh how different our lives are from ten years ago when my husband and I started dating while living in New York City!
Anyway, we did the food shopping on Saturday night for two reasons:
- My husband is working this weekend, which means he cannot take Isabelle out for breakfast and to the grocery store on Sunday like he usually does.
- Our community’s Purim Carnival was scheduled for today.
With all the snow we’ve had this winter, I’ve ceased telling Isabelle what we’re doing the next day if snow is in the forecast since our plans have changed one time too many this winter. She didn’t know we were planning to go to the Purim Carnival. I’m thankful I didn’t tell her because I woke up to SNOW. Again.
The Purim Carnival went on without us. (I’m not sure how big it was, but a friend posted a photo of her and her daughter there on Facebook.) Instead, we stayed home in our pajamas while my husband went to work. We had a leisurely breakfast and snuggled in front of the fireplace. I even let her watch a couple of episodes of “Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood.” However, I wasn’t as available as I typically am when I’m home with Isabelle because today is the first day of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I spent a lot of time moderating comments, answering questions, and sending e-mails regarding some issues a few people were having. And while I didn’t mind the extra computer time, Isabelle did. After hanging out in my office with me for a bit, she decided enough was enough. Isabelle went to work in her office (i.e., her playroom) at her desk (i.e., her craft table) too. But five minutes into her office work, she called for me.
“Yes?” I walked from my office to her play room.
“Why don’t I have a door on my office?” she asked.
“Because you don’t,” I replied. (Yeah, I couldn’t come up with anything other than it’s a play room, which I didn’t think would help the situation.)
“I want a door,” she said.
“Unfortunately, I can’t put a door on this room. Would it make you feel better if I left the door to my office opened while we both worked?”
“Yes,” she replied. “You leave now.”
I stuck out my lower lip. “Is there another way you can say that? The words you used kind of hurt my feelings.”
“May you leave–” she paused. She knew that wasn’t right. “Can you leave me alone?” She stopped again. “Can you leave please?”
I figured I should take it and not be a nit-picker for perfect speech. So I headed back to my office.
“Sure. I will let you do your work. Thank you for using nicer words.”
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A special thank you to Betsy, Dana, and Julieanne who helped me a tremendous amount today. Also, a big thank you to my husband who took over for me when he came home from work so I could head back to the computer with less guilt. Without the four of these folks, Isabelle would’ve been really mad at me today.