Saturday, July 28, 2007

Black Dog

I couldn't let cats have all the fun... so here is an loldog for Caturday, too!

What an afternoon! 

If you notice, on the last entry at the very top, under 'Hearing...', I mentioned Pumpkin's pouting.

That turned into a full blown over tired, hungry, hormonal meltdown. 

It was as if Linda Blair, as the Exorcist girl, Regan, had possessed my daughter... she was crying, unreasonable, and irrational.  All that was missing was pea soup, I swear, her head turned.

The gist of Pumpkin's lament was that she didn't want to go out to dinner, but she didn't want to stay home alone either.  She couldn't understand why everyone couldn't just stay home because she wanted to stay home.  UGH.

After trying to reason with her unsuccessfully for over 30 minutes, I finally arranged that Hammer would stay home with her, and that her grandparents would bring her and Hammer, chicken fingers and fries from her favorite townie restaurant. 

There by, I thought, satifying Pumpkin's dilemma.  She could stay home and wouldn't be alone.

So, I go to the playroom, where she was huddled under a blanket in tears, and inform her that I arranged this for her, and picture me... fat, dumb and happy, thinking this was perfect... but wait...

Pumpkin looks at me blankly, then screws up her little face and cries, 'Now you don't WANT me to come to dinner with you??', and bursts into a new chorus of crying!!!

ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! 

So, after explaining three or four times, that I WANTED her to come to dinner all along, and I had just given up, and made different arrangements that I (apparently, wrongly) thought would make her happy, finally, Pumpkin decided to stop crying, get out from under her blankie, washed her face, did her hair, and got in the car to go out to dinner.

Couldn't the gods of hormones spared me from that hour long saga and just fast forwarded to her getting into the car?

No, I guess not.  Ugh.

After that, all was fine!

We went to a wonderful family run restaurant that we hadn't been to in years!  It is called the Mason Jar, and all the drinks are served in, you guessed it, mason jars!  They have a big and varied menu, and everyone was very happy with their dinners.

On the way home, we popped into the video store, and the kids are watching FireDog, their pick of the evening. 

Everyone is smiling and happy!

Hubby and I even got to 'pay some bills' for a good twenty minutes alone!!!  << wink, wink >>

Yup, everyone has a smile on their face now!!!

be well,
Dawn

ps... some more Caturday cats!

 

20 comments:

tenyearnap said...

"Pay some bills" ---I love it!
Poor Pumpkin. She's a Woman now, huh? I feel your pain, Pumpkin! --Cin

emabecmar said...

oh my what an hour, and wooohoooooo on the 20 minutes of bill paying, heehee, lol. ((((((hugs))))))
Cindy

deshelestraci said...

My daughter does stuff like this too!  Oh my goodness.  I thought I was the only one going through this with a kid.  Why?!  Is it just fun to be unhappy?!
Traci

nay0114 said...

LMAO... as a mom I know we don't get to pay bills that often so good for you guys. Glad everyone was finally happy. Wow what you had to go through to get to that point though. Have a great weekend.
Take care, Chrissie

coelha said...

It sucks beeing a tweenie...  Hugs to your pumpkin!  (Just thank the heavens you only have ONE girl..)  HA HA HA...  Paying the bills, hey?  I've never heard that expression before; it's cute!  Julie :)  

toonguykc said...

Those moodswings that started when I was 12?  Still have 'em!  Hope it's different for Pumpkin!!

Russ

pynkcannon88 said...

Omg! Im so scared of dogs. But he is just adorable!

gazker said...

Only 20 minutes? wink, wink ;-)
Gaz xxxxxxx

eml625 said...

PAY BILLS???? It took TWO of of you ???? Hmmmmm ??????
NIIIIICE Dawn.

Sorry about the meltdown. I get it with my son, so I cant wait for my daughters moods to kick in!
hugs,
Ellen

thebaabee said...

I am glad you finances are taken care of.  <wink> LOL

Oh you poor dear, you have one of those daughters.  I have one too.  Mine started in the womb.  Sometimes we couldn't tell if it was the dishwasher or her whining/crying.  She will be 20 in October and has somewhat let up on the whining.  It's as if all reality escapes the universe.  Nothing can be done right on your part.  I have no advice whatsoever.  Just my sympathies.  Hugs, Lu

swmpgrly said...

Bless you for surviving those hormones...lol

hsauls said...

Thankful, once again, for being the mother of boys...
*hugs*
heather

cacklinrosie101 said...

ROFL....and the fun is just beginning.  This hormonal stuff gpes on and on for what seems like forever.  I have to laugh at the Linda Blair restaurant.  That's what happened to my Megan...sunnny and happy and boom, the head spinning spewing green gook.  Glad you had a lovely dinner after all.  HUGS  Chris

sangrialel said...

Oh how I remember this stage with my daugther.  It wasn't much fun but we all survived!  Linda

sdoscher458 said...

Oh lord, I do remember my daughter Alisa entering teen years..God help you. Boys are easy compared to the nuclear meltdowns that occur.  It is amazing that we women come out of this episode alive...with a little bit of the memory so that we can survive our own daughter's meltdown...lol...have fun..love, Sandi PS..revenge is sweet, Alisa has 4 I repeat 4 daughters!

rdautumnsage said...

Oh dear heart, I do not miss those episodes. (Hugs) Indigo

sunnyside46 said...

oh, honey it's just starting....
nature waits until we have had at least a decade to learn to love them before this sets in....
but it does pass....
You are a kind and patient mama and you're gonna need every bit of that patience!
But I think the sense of humor is what will get you and Pumpkin through!
Love
Marti
http://journals.aol.com/sunnyside46/MidlifeMusings

sunnyside46 said...

hey I like that phrase
we paid our bills this morning too!
Marti again

randlprysock said...

LOL the exorcist....

psychfun said...

What a caption...bahaha!

Yep, she is in great line for driving men nuts later! HA!