Because, yeah, you guessed it...I gots the whine!
The weekend was going okay. I had worked on Saturday, but it was a very reasonable day. Sunday seemed pretty quiet and peaceful. Then, without a word of discussion or warning, WTG and Handsome Lad come in the door with a new puppy. Another new puppy...remember that Tank is only barely a year...and he also came without warning or discussion. Now, don't misunderstand. I have nothing against dogs. And in fact, between Secret Agent Man and Handsome Lad, Tank has been pretty well cared for without much intervention from me. Another dog isn't the worst thing in the world. My problem is that I wasn't even consulted for form's sake. When I protested, Handsome Lad said, "Why would we ask you? You have have just said no." This came out of the mouth of my ten year old son. And WTG was right there nodding and smiling. THAT is where my problem with all of this is.
Now, there is no way for me to do the right thing. If I pretend to be happy and thrilled to have another pet, I feel like everyone will assume that it is a great idea to just go ahead with any plans without consulting me. If I bitch about it, as I have been, then I am, well, a bitch and the mean, possibly unreasonable parent to boot. Even though I know it isn't a contest the fact is that I lose. Again.