The Sweet Husband

Grandmothers do not have meltdowns

Lots of laughs and love in the Wilhite house today.

The 16 year old and her Poppy were discussing various people who have had meltdowns when they come here and how much Granny doesn't like them.

I gently informed them that it was my opinion that this is OUR house and if I don't have meltdowns, nobody else should either.

They look at each other and start laughing, and Poppy mouthes to her, SHE doesn't have meltdowns????

I tell them I don't Ever. Have. A. Meltdown.

Then they inform me that I have silent meltdowns, I don't scream but everyone in the house starts deciding that somewhere else is a good place to  be.

Absolute nonsense.

Heavan, says, Granny, do you remember last week, when Poppy kept nagging you about making coffee and you got so aggravated because if he wanted a cup of coffee that bad, he could make it himself because you were busy?

Yep, I remember, his legs aren't broken, he can still walk to the kitchen.

Well, do you remember that you shoved that little chair up under the foot rest on his recliner, and then unplugged it and he couldn't get out?

Hon, when I was growing up, I was taught don't get mad, get even. That is not a meltdown.

Ok, then do you remember when Poppy and I were aggravating you in the store and when we got back home, you got out of the car, went in the house while we were getting the bags and you locked the door and unplugged the doorbell and went to the back room. We couldn't get you to come to the door until Poppy figured out you went to the back so we went around and banged on the patio door.

Same thing, Heavan,sounds to me like you and your Poppy need to stop aggravating me.

Under her breath, to her Poppy, sounds to me like she is just as crazy as everybody else in this house, but she's real quiet about it. That's just sneaky.