After getting my hubby off to work at 5:30 and kissing him goodbye I took myself back to bed, curled up in a little ball, and promptly fell back to sleep. My intention was to sleep to a much more reasonable seven or seven thirty and then getting up fixing myself a great cup of coffee and enjoying the next hour or so with that cup of coffee and thinking about absolutely nothing other than delicious little beverage with a slight touch of cinnamon tickling m taste buds while seductively caressing my olfactory senses. Some mindless background chatter before starting on my objective for that day would complete the scene allowing me to collect my thoughts for the day before tackling whatever it was that needed my attention later. Did it work out that way? Oh hell no.
I get a call at 6:17 and of course I answered it because the id on my little monster of a communication machine reveals that it is my oldest daughter and she is in tears. Her regular baby sitter has just called not long before that to tell her that she was sick and wouldn’t be available for the day and now my poor heartbroken child is wondering what to do. At any other time Ginny or her hubby would have taken the day off to look after their two little darlings and although it wouldn’t have been a hit at work, anyone who has worked for a living will understand that, but on this day that presented a big issue for both of them. Her hubby just got a new position where he worked and he and Ginny have a scheduled vacation coming up next week so taking a day off this close to that and it being a new position it just wasn’t the best time for him to take off. Ginny had an even bigger problem. My oldest works for the state’s Department of Education and her boss was in town expecting Ginny to escort her around town to several of the local schools as well as it was time to have that talk about what her future might be within that department after nest year. If any of you have worked for the government no matter what it is be it city, county, state, or federal you know how things can be tied to one another. Between funding, grants, and the changing of the guard of any political hierarchy means heads can roll or jobs done away with at the discretion of the incoming bigwigs. Next year will bring about another change in that ridiculous pecking order. Another words, taking off yesterday wasn’t a good idea.
Alright I know what you’re thinking. I’m a grandmother and of course it is my job to jump and run and take care of those little darlings whenever I’m called upon. Oh hell no. No this isn’t me being mean but smart. I’ll explain.
Buddy, I, and our three very lovely and much love girls are a combined family. Buddy and I were both single parents when our girls were young and both our mothers were very involved with helping us out. My mother moved in with me after my first marriage went down the tubes and his mom lived basically across the street from him so our mothers babysat while we worked and supported our children. I can’t say they didn’t do a lot for us. No Buddy and I hadn’t met up to now so there was no cross raising at this point. Other than our moms we were on our own. Therein lies the problem.
I don’t mean to take away from how much our mothers did for us because they did do a lot but Lord help us they also caused a great deal of issues with their constant presence in the lives of our children. I can honestly say that we both heard our moms refer to our children as theirs on more than one occasion and there was no doubt that there was a competition that our mothers carried out to a disturbing degree to make sure they were favored over us when it came to our girls. They both were so wrapped up in our children that they took a back seat when it came to their own lives and in many way let life slip past them and looking back on that I found it sad. Also it meant that they felt their wishes and ideas of how to raise our girls took precedence over whatever Buddy and I thought and when we weren’t around what he and I wanted went out the door. This meant that Buddy and I often became the bad guys with our girls. If you’re a parent I’m sure you’ve heard the statement come out of your child’s mouth “But Granddad or Grandma lets us do it…have it…took us there.” Well Buddy and I got that every day just about.
So when our daughters got grown we decided that we wouldn’t become one of those grandparents and laid down some rules regarding babysitting. Unless there are copious amounts of blood, a deadly serious disease, extreme emergency, or once a year on your anniversary we are not your babysitters. Our idea of being good grandparents is being grandparents. Getting the little ones for a few hours here and there, taking them out and spoiling them, and most importantly enjoying them and hopefully them enjoying being with us while giving their parents a few hours of free time. I’m not saying that on occasion that one of our girls don’t call and ask us to take this grandchild or that grandchild for a few hours that isn’t covered by the ground rules but this has kept it within reason and we enjoy the little buggers.
This thing yesterday came under the heading of extreme emergency in my book and my oldest was in tears so what do you think I was going to do? You got it, get my crap together and come to the rescue. So what’s the big deal? Those little rules were about to raise up and bite me in the ass.
Rarely do I ever have even one of the little sweethearts on my own because it is usually Buddy and me together but I don’t think we have ever had two at one time and I was about to take on two of those little darlings at once by myself ages three and one. Oh Bloody Crap!!!
I wasn’t so much worried about Callen the oldest because we’ve had him on many occasions and is little or no trouble when his parents aren’t around, remember the part about grandparents and parents having different ideas about how to raise kids, and he is comfortable with both of us and he has a lot of fun. The youngest however is going through that ‘I don’t want anyone but mommy or daddy’ and starts crying if you even come close to her. So I’m going to have these two wild little characters to deal with all on my own, all day. Again, Oh Bloody Crap!!! You add to this possible melt down that I’m about to have before the day is over with the fact that little Mia had spent half the night in the emergency room with a slight injury so the ante had been upped. Also we had, due to the emergency had Callen the night before and he also had been late getting to bed not to mention he hadn’t wanted to eat anything so I could only imagine what kind of state he might be in. Once again, OH BLOODY CRAP!!!
When I get there Callen is still asleep but of course Mia is awake and up. She does fairly OK until her mom leaves for work at seven-thirty, dad left about an hour earlier, and sure enough she cranks up. For an hour this child cries and I’m not talking a pitiful little whine, I’m talking full on, top of the lungs wail that would wake the dead which worried me about Callen because he is still asleep. This little one year old darling is rubbing her eyes while singing to the dead and finally I decide what she needs is a nap and put her to bed. Sure enough after a couple of loud outcries of pure rage she falls promptly asleep. Blessed peace falls throughout the house and I breathe a sigh of relief as I wonder how to get through the rest of the day.
I won’t go into a couple of unnerving little mishaps that took place to add to the tension of the morning but suffice it to say they didn’t help any.
Finally Callen decides to raise up for the day at about ten and outside of still trying to shake the grogginess of a very heavy sleep he immediately comes in says hi and crawls up in my lap. OK, this one is on the right page and maybe he will be my bright spot of the day. Then Mia wakes shortly after and I start to head to the ‘oh crap’ mode but she is blessedly not crying. That’s a start. What I do get for about thirty minutes after she wakes up are these very hard, size me up, strategical looks that make me nervous. After a while she evidently comes to a decision and smiles at me. OK I’m not exactly talking about the cute sweet smile of a one year old, look this kid is extremely smart and scary, but the smile of a possible enemy who has decided you’re more friend than foe and is handing you the olive branch. Mind you I’m still a little apprehensive but a little more at ease.
So how did the rest of the day go? I ended up having a ball with these two. They were almost perfect, hey they’re still kids and they are going to try you a little anyway, angels. We spent the day with me taking pictures, mostly crazy ones, watching family videos on my laptop and no I never go hardly anywhere without it, playing in the back yard, still trying to get Callen to eat because he still didn’t want to, and me watching as Callen and Mia played together on their fort, and me snuggling down with the little angels as they took an afternoon nap. I wouldn’t change it for the world. OK the hour of heavy duty crying maybe but that’s it.
As for the, what I’m sure you think are boring, videos I’m one of those grandmothers who takes a lot of pictures and I make videos and slide shows for the grandkids of the grandkids for them to have when they get older. Let’s face it, most kids are hams. I say most because we have one out of our four who hates it when you pull out a camera or phone and start taking pictures which is weird because this child is beautiful. The one exception to this with her is me. That’s because I do take crazy pictures and she does have a sense of humor.