Joy and a blessing, joy and a blessing....that is what I have to keep telling myself when the grand kids come to visit. Now, before I go any further, I have to say that I love my grand kids. Jon and I raised them for 8 years and we would not have done that for any reason other than love.
We have had 2 of them for the week because the school decided they needed a fall break. I can't remember ever getting a fall break when I was in school but that was 100 years ago so I guess things have changed. I was really looking forward to this visit. We didn't get to see much of the female grandchild last summer so I was happy to be able to spend some time with her. Tomorrow they go home and I am SO ready for that. The week starts out great but by the time they are suppose to go home I am a raving lunatic!! The house is a mess and that boy NEVER stops talking and I mean NEVER! Talk, talk, talk......WOW and he argues just to argue. If I say the sky is blue he will say "no Grams the sky isn't blue" and I reply "how did I make it through this life so wrong all the time? I just need a 12 year old to correct me and tell me how stupid I am". And if one of them did something the other one did it better or faster or easier. I am just done.
And when did they become so mean? They cannot have a conversation with each other without insulting each other.....you are fat....you are ugly....you are stupid....etc. I just don't remember my brothers and I being so hateful to each other. Now I know I am old but dang!! I tried to tell them they should be nicer to each other because they are sibling but that went in one ear and out the other. I hate that I feel this way, that I am looking forward to them going home. I should be sad but I'm not.
Is it because they are teenagers that they are so annoying? Maybe so. I used to tell them before they went back to live with their mom that they had to go before they became teenagers. They thought I was joking about that but I was dead serious. I refuse to raise anymore teenagers.....been there, done that. I remember my kids as teenagers and that is why I refuse to do that again.
So anyway I love you kids but tomorrow cannot get here soon enough for me! Adios!
