We are in the process of learning some tough lessons here at our house.
And I'm not talking about the kids.
I'm talking about the Hubby.
Dear Hubby did something in a moment of weakness that he is regretting terribly right now.
He promised Tony a puppy.
I have to hand it to Hubby, he has been strong and held his ground for many years. He has resisted many tears, quivering bottom lips, and big sad doe eyes from his "little man". He has willpower that I admire when it comes to saying "no" to our cute little manipulator. Something that I fail at miserably over and over again.
I would have caved years ago.
It was back in October of last year and Hubby and I had decided that the offer to relocate to Chicago was worth taking to the next level of consideration--which meant discussing it as a family. I expected screaming (ie. "No way! I'm not going!" or "you're ruining my life for even asking!" or "how can you do this to me?"), stomping of feet, slamming of doors, or my teens never speaking to us again.
Instead, they handled it amazingly well. Lots of questions. Realizing it was probably the best for our family. Some quiet tears.
That was when it happened. Tony, teary eyed, quietly crawled into his daddy's lap. I don't know if he actually asked for the puppy then or if Hubby just felt so terrible that he blurted out "you can have a puppy".
Either way, the words had been spoken. As good as a promise in our house.
So Hubby is painfully giving in. He has to set a good example for the kids after all. But he's not happy about it. I can see him almost grimace as we talk about different dog breeds and which one would be best for us. I think I saw him cringe when we talk of the cost of a puppy and all that goes with it (this is gonna hurt his wallet almost as much as his pride).
But I think it will be a good thing. I'm looking forward to the new addition. I have lots of time on my hands to take care of the little guy.
In the end, I'm sure there will be a lot of lessons learned (for all of us!) by getting a new puppy.
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