The Tet Gift
I’m going to assume that this Tet was better for Oscar than last year’s, but you couldn’t tell by his reaction to his gift. He loves the puppets at the children’s museum, so I got him a puppet theater with a bunch of fun safari animals as puppets. As you can see, he was not a big fan. Within seconds, though, he had come up with a plan to get what he actually wanted . . .
Assess the goods:
Methodically rid the space of the unwanted debris:
Push away packing materials and catapult yourself towards your true object of desire:
Find the treasure hidden on the counter where it’s been sitting for over a month and get mom to read it again, and again, and again and again:
Chuc Mung Nam Moi!
Happy Lunar New Year!
Ours is not turning out so great so far. Today, I woke up at 3:00 am, not because Oscar was crying (he’s sleeping through the night!), but because I was worried about work (more on that later). When we did get up, Oscar ran into my desk, hitting it with his eye, which is bound to be black and blue. Yesterday, the brakes on my car failed. We were fine, luckily, but we missed our beloved music class. It took forever to get the car to the dealer, and when we arrived, there were no loaner cars, so I had to rent a car at Hertz. I also received a certified letter from the IRS (or at least a notification that there is one at the post office, which I can’t pick up yet because I’m working, but that quite simply cannot be good news), which leads me to. . . I think I’m going to get bad news at work today. I didn’t get a bonus on Friday, which I knew was going to happen, since I didn’t make my required hours on account of my taking a long leave. Fine. But what bothers me is that they scheduled my year-end conference for the first day of conferences, which is usually a bad sign. Also, I tried to move mine up from 6:00, and the partner doing it didn’t want to give me my review before my negotiations began. I’m sure this means there’s something negative. Just hoping I’m not getting laid off. It’s going to be a long 6 hours.
**Update – a couple of good things have happened – my car problems are already fixed AND I’m not getting fired. Other people are, but I’m not. Yet. There might be more people who get the can later this year, but I’ll worry about that tomorrow. Now, I need to worry about the tax man.
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