The Reluctant Grandma

I love my grandchildren, those I am close to and those I rarely see, however, this babysitting thing is more than a notion.

It is becoming horribly apparent that my patience and physical stamina is not what it use to be.  I haven’t had a small person in thirty plus years. I can’t hang with the littles of the world any longer.  Obviosuly I have forgotten how much time and energy these little humans have?  And, let one not forget to mention, small people never turn off until nap time and even then its a fight to get them to bed.

I adore my grandson whom I babysit the majority of the time.  He’s a cute little guy and I am enjoying his 19 months on earth.  He’s inquisitive, full of wonder, adventurist, always talking (I’m still working on deciphering what he’s talking about). Aside from the routine things we do for little people, I find my grandson to be full of wonder; did I mention I adore him. However, that much energy is not on my agenda first thing in the morning, especially before coffee.  Between “littles” aka grandson and Bailey our over-active, ADD dog I’m toast.

Everyday I walk the dog someone has to join us; now that can be fun sometimes however its a lot of work just to get out of the door. Littles has to put on his shoes, then we have to leash the dog…then we all try to get out of the door at the same time, because the dog can’t wait and littles has to hold onto the leash.

Bailey-Bae

Same routine on the return from the walk; only in reverse. Littles has to remove his shoes and we have to wipe the dogs paws and everyone has to maneuvor in a space about a foot wide. It’s extremely tight. It’s extremely frustrating… it’s too many people in this little space…someone help me!

Now it’s snack time and of course we prepare the baby’s plate first, then the dog treats and finally me… momma’s and grandma’s always eat last. Now that I have everyone is their designated space, I grab me snacks and yep! you guessed correctly here they come. Littles and dog begging for my snacks. Why? I gave them their food… Grammie needs this nourishment, she’s old cranky and really doesn’t want to share. Ugh!!!

Some how the notion of being a grand parent is just as daunting as being a parent. Crazy yes! Fun? that too. Gotta love the babies fuzz ones included.

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