To say I', in such deep doo is an understatement. I feel like it isn't really all my fault, but isn't that the way we all feel? I know Daughter feels the same, but none the less, I am in deep, deep doo.
When she was having her house remodeled, I wanted to use the plumber. He is used by her contractor, and is well thought of. Remember, our houses are a mile apart - from driveway to driveway. She kept forgetting to mention to him to come to my house when he was in the neighborhood. In fact, I never even got his number. She was going to take care of it.
Well, the remodel is done, and I am three working days out from knee replacement. I called the contractor to get the plumber's number. He was in the neighborhood today. He could be here at nine. I was happy.
Well, there was a conflict I forgot. I remembered Monkey Boy's "graduation" from the Bridge program yesterday. Today I was supposed to be at the elementary school for Lady Bug's power point presentation on Wyoming. Guess what I forgot when I made the appointment with the plumber? Yep,you got it.
I let Daughter know yesterday afternoon. Did she tell me that the plumber always running late? No,. She said she would call him. I said no because I didn't know his history. This morning, she rubber it in more.
I feel like I am just a millimeter above dirt right now. Lady Bug is really my favorite kid. She is 9. That is an age I really enjoy more. She is bright and interacts so well. To hurt her feelings just kills me as it is.
Anyway, I am in deep, and I feel so bad about it. All I am trying to do is get things ready for my surgery and recovery. I wanted the shower head changed out because when I use the shower stool the water hits me square in the face. I HATE it. I don't know what crack head installed the head that was there, but it wouldn't match up to anything to replace it. It was a 35 year old nightmare.
Well it is fixed, and I will set about trying to make things right.
Peace be with you.
4 comments:
Uh oh, I know how you feel. May the pooper scooper of life come by and take it all away for you.
Oh Gosh--there is nothing you can do about it now. She will forget and forgive over time and then, when Lady Bug is older, you can tell her what a bad Gramma you are and she will say, "No you'r not Gramma. I love you."
I did something similar recently, only I flat forgot about my grandson's program. That's a really bad grannie! Here's my blog about it. I am fortunate enough to have a really understanding daughter who didn't make me feel bad about it. As if I could have felt any worse!
Susan, my daughter was not forgiving at all at first. Then she was sorry. She regrets getting angry even now. Guess that is something that comes with age - deciding what is worth getting angry about. She told me my granddaughter didn't really notice, and when I called her to apologize, she didn't care either.
But nothing can soothe the hurt in my heart!
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