So what if I am a "Hover-over" person. The buzz word now is "Helicopter" parent, and it is suppose to be bad???
Hovering is what I do, but my children are near grown. What is a helicopter parent to do? The lucky recipients of my affliction are my pets. I have become a Helicopter Pet Parent, and I want a bumper sticker!!!! My latest "Hover" moment was this past Sunday with our lab, Lucy Mae. Hart had his Sunday morning church , at the park, with Lucy. She somehow broke her toenail in half, a wounded 78 pound baby. Whats a hover to do?? I grabbed the tube of Neosporin and squeezed. The bleeding stopped, but the ointment was like an appetizer to Lucy, licked clean. So Hart and I took a jaunt to Walgreens, on a quest to find some liquid bandage. We hovered over the band aids, (he has his mommies genes) discussing our options, out loud, people were beginning to laugh. The liquid bandage had a warning on it, something about poison control and death!! I knew kids would lick wounds like dogs, so how could this be? So like a good" hover-er" I asked the pharmacist for help. She looked at me funny and said, " I don't know mam! " Lord, the civil war is over lady, and we lost, you don't have to call me "Mam".
We left the store with liquid bandage in hand, and the poison control number on speed dial!!! I had to doctor my pet.
She is fine now, thanks to my hovering ways. The Helicopter Pet Parent lives, and Lucy sleeps like a baby.
Hovering is what I do, but my children are near grown. What is a helicopter parent to do? The lucky recipients of my affliction are my pets. I have become a Helicopter Pet Parent, and I want a bumper sticker!!!! My latest "Hover" moment was this past Sunday with our lab, Lucy Mae. Hart had his Sunday morning church , at the park, with Lucy. She somehow broke her toenail in half, a wounded 78 pound baby. Whats a hover to do?? I grabbed the tube of Neosporin and squeezed. The bleeding stopped, but the ointment was like an appetizer to Lucy, licked clean. So Hart and I took a jaunt to Walgreens, on a quest to find some liquid bandage. We hovered over the band aids, (he has his mommies genes) discussing our options, out loud, people were beginning to laugh. The liquid bandage had a warning on it, something about poison control and death!! I knew kids would lick wounds like dogs, so how could this be? So like a good" hover-er" I asked the pharmacist for help. She looked at me funny and said, " I don't know mam! " Lord, the civil war is over lady, and we lost, you don't have to call me "Mam".
We left the store with liquid bandage in hand, and the poison control number on speed dial!!! I had to doctor my pet.
She is fine now, thanks to my hovering ways. The Helicopter Pet Parent lives, and Lucy sleeps like a baby.
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