It has been an interesting week and I had a bomb dropped on me to top it off.
First of all, my dad is in the hospital with apparent internal bleeding that they can't find and anemia. No fun for him. He's been in the hospital since Tuesday and should be singing grunge music soon since some of the blood he was transfused was from Washington state. Puget Sound Blood Bank to be exact. I thought that was interesting. He doesn't like missing work, so to be off almost an entire week is driving him crazy.
It's been a long week of monotonous work at work. I hate pressing 'P' all day long. Data entry is not my forte.
And then I had a bomb dropped on me... like I mentioned before.
My wife came up to me this morning and told me that Becca really wants her ears pieced. I was speechless. My 5 year old daughter? Pierced ears? Ummm.. ummm.. she was just born! She's too young! She's not supposed to have earrings this early! She's... she's... she's my baby girl. My wife said that she's been explaining it to her. That she took her down to the mall to watch someone squimish get their ears pierced. That she told her about the pain and Becca still wants it.
I thought. I didn't think I was going to have to deal with this until she was at least 18. Maybe older. (Ok, at least 8.) I didn't want it -- but that was probably me trying to hold on to my little girl. Pierced ears were another sign of her growing up. Much like me with never drinking coffee or not getting my drivers license until I was 25 -- I have to push off growing up somehow. Peter Pan is a good role model... isn't he?
So I walked out of the room, looked for some clothes to dress in so I could go to work, and came back in. "Ok, she can go ahead." My wife seemed happy with my decision and Becca didn't hear it yet. Good parenting. Don't ask in front of the kids (tip for future parents.) That way it isn't 'daddy is the bad guy' or 'mommy is too mean' and parenting is a team sport.
So... I'm not sure when I walk into the house today that I am going to be greeted by a smiling girl with silver in her ears or which day that will happen. One of these days I'll have to ask... does this growing little girl who I'm walking down the aisle make me look old? Oh man. Please no! :D
2 comments:
I'm the bad guy. I refuse to let Janel get her ears pierced until at least...10 maybe.
Puget Sound Blood Bank!? My dad donates there all the time. If your dad got some of my dad's blood...does that mean we are like cousins or something?
I hope your dad makes a speedy recovery.
Here's my advice, as someone who's ears got really infected. They tell you to clean them with alcohol, but if you just use neosporin, they'll heal way better, and no pain of alcohol.
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