The Sky is falling…
Before I have to tell you how the ‘Sky is falling’ I do have some proud, upbeat news.
Let’s whisk you away to the awards ceremony at Dylan’s school today….
…like having your name called out over the loudspeaker to come up and get your award!
She actually was really excited, in contrast the pic above. When I got home from work I asked her how she felt about getting the award. ‘Was it really fun being called to pick it up in front of your school’ I asked?
Dylan thought for a second, remembering how it felt than enthusiastically started nodding her head and smiling from ear to ear.
Nice work Dylan!
So nice feelings all around. Our greyhound, Chumley, was feeling quite friendly this week too as we got home from work….
He was quite excited as he saw an unexpected gift arrive at the house one day.
The girls got a surprise gift in the mail from some grand parents just in time for Halloween. There were cards and candy and outfits, and cool / hip bracelets that kids wear now that Dad didn’t know existed, and so on. Dylan has become the official card reader for the two sisters as Skylar confesses up front, “I can’t read” ……
Dylan reading her Halloween card while Chumley starts to dig himself a hole!
But, similar to the way Chumley felt after he tried to dig his way through those hardwood floors, all good feelings surely must come to an end and so did ours this week.
Being treated somewhat like a Princess all the time can bring a sort of entitlement with it. I think all you Princesses out there know what I am talking about. And so too it can be with Dylan.
Sunday she went over to our neighbors to see if there son could play. She stood at the door and knocked. And knocked. And knocked, not thinking that maybe they may be busy inside or not home at all.
Finally after 10 minutes our neighbor’s mom answered the door. Dylan asked, “What took so long?” seemingly to take the waiting a bit personally.
The mom apologized and said, “I’m sorry Dylan but I was putting our 18 month girl down for her nap.”
Unphased, Dylan asked, “well couldn’t you have answered the door first?”
Oh yes she did!
Add to that her being forced to sit on the ‘Naughty Spot‘ about two times a day since Saturday plus a second yellow face sent home from the teacher at school for not following instructions and it appears we have a little bit of a diva on hour hands Chicken Little.
And our happy boy Chumley, feeling a little entitled himself decided to take a pooh in our guest bedroom downstairs while we were not paying attention. “Bad Boy, Bad boy. Very Bad boy…
What else could go wrong this week I thought?
I had my first follow up visit with my Oncologist, who is the doctor that orchestrated my whole procedure. This is the first time I have had contact with him, face to face since prior to the procedure.
Not knowing what to expect I took a deep breath and headed into his office.
This is something like how the doctor’s visit went. Oh, and it is not for the squeamish if you find yourself with a weak constitution (like me)….
Dr. U: How are you doing?
Me: I feel great!
Dr. U: Any problems? Any burning? Any irritations?
Me: No, I feel great!
Dr. U: Writing something in his tablet looks up and says, “great, follow me….”
And he walks me out of the office and to his private nurse and says,…..
“She will set up your next appointment. See you in 6 weeks.”
And that my friends was my 3 minutes of face time, consultation and evaluation, 6 weeks after my high tech cancer treatment. He seemed very sure of himself!
I wonder how much those few minutes cost my Obamacare?
Have a great fall weekend knuckleheads!
I will try to do better next week!