I am sorry about last night. It was not your fault.
I was tired before I got trapped at the Scout Meeting from Hell. I'd been home from work only long enough to change from dress pants to shorts; not enough time to use the bathroom at home, I had to use the disgusting bathrooms at the park. And the meeting went so long the mosquitoes feasted on everyone there.
And still, they would not let us leave.
On top of that, every friggin' member of the family "needed" something before they'd let me go to bed. But, before they'd let me help with their "need", they "needed" to do something else first like brush their teeth or pick their butt or something.
You can understand how tired and frustrating my evening was, can't you?
So, by the time I was able to tend to your food and water, I was over the edge. And that little nip you gave me on the back of my leg was just too much.
Again, I am sorry. You did not deserve to have your whole bowl of water dumped on your head.
Everyone else deserved it.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009