Filed under: General Peevery, Parenting | Tags: annoying, disappoint, drive me up the wall, firefighter fail, firetruck, grating, ice cream before dinner, milano cookies, nervous breakdown, peeve, pet peeves, sarcastic, surprise party, vent
During the summer, they have special “camp” weeks at Smalls’ daycare. This week is Superhero week. Monday’s special guest was slated to be the firefighters. Replete with a fire truck tour. How exciting, right? Wrong.
Peeved: How was school today, peanutbutter?
Smalls: It was fun.
Peeved: What did you do? Did you climb on the fire truck?
Peeved: Why not?
St. Shirley (I mean, Teacher): Well, Perpetually, the firemen didn’t come today.
Peeved: What? Why not?
Teacher: I don’t know. They really disappointed the kids, didn’t they Smalls?
Smalls: Mommy, what does “disappoint” mean?
You know, disappointment is like that time Mommy was having a rough day at work and kept daydreaming about the wonderfully delicious dark chocolate Milano cookies in the cabinet only to come home and find that someone ate the last of them.
Disappointment is like when I finally visited “home” and went to my favorite restaurant (the one that makes the best eggplant rolotini I’ve ever put in my mouth) only to find out it went out of business.
Or, like when I went to that new restaurant in town that everybody was raving about and discovered that it was just over-hyped and average.
Some people say disappointment is avoidable. Just lower your expectations and no one and nothing can disappoint you. I say screw that. No one ever got anywhere without having high expectations. Am I going to look into those big, blue, 4-year-old eyes and say, “Disappointment is what happens when people are selfish jerks and you should never trust anyone or expect anything out of life?”
No, I’m the type of person that held her breath everyday from April until October thinking, “Today will be the day that they throw me a surprise 30th birthday party.” Was I disappointed when it never came? Yes (and a tad bit blue). But, three years later I still think… “Well, maybe for my 35th.”
Disappointment is going to happen. Sometimes it’s avoidable, sometimes it’s not. What peeves me is when it is. When you say you are going to do something, be somewhere or bring something, then, for crying out loud, do it, show up, bring it. How hard is that?
Peeved: Hmm, Smalls, good question… Disappointment is when you are looking forward to something and it doesn’t happen, or when you expect someone to do something and they don’t and it makes you upset.
Smalls: Like when I want to eat ice cream before dinner and you won’t let me?
Peeved: No, but nice try.
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