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They just don’t get it. They don’t understand the amount of work that goes into it for THEM.
Months spent planning and shopping. Weeks spent wrapping and baking. Hours spent obsessing over whether everything is perfect. A night spent sitting up until I’m sure that they are asleep…
And so far today I’ve heard a lot more complaints and whining than thank yous and Merry Christmases….
I’d rather have had the black sweatshirt.
This mount doesn’t have the right screws for this tv, are you sure it said it was for this brand?
I got two matching sweaters (well, it’s not really my fault that my mother and I have the same taste in little girl clothes).
How do you like the tv on the wall? What do I care it’s not mine.
And on and on and on….
Until I retreated to a corner to devil with my little niece, who’s almost three and too little to complain really, and ended up putting my hip out of place while playing airplane with her.
At least my dogs were happy, they loved the new balls, doggy supplements and chews that Santa left for them! My Jack and I have been playing fetch for hours, but he’ll only go after the green ball, he refuses to touch the purple and yellow ones (I thought dogs are color blind?), but his brothers don’t seem to care which color they have, they don’t really play fetch, they act like they’re above it and just run off with the balls, it must be a Pomeranian thing.
Hope everyone had a wonderful, bah humbug-less Christmas!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
So what was the biggest complaint you heard this year?