I can't wait to be a Grandma
Back from vacation with the in-laws. Whew! It was a great time, as usual, and it's always good for J to spend some time with his grandparents he doesn't see very often. But during the course of the vacation, which consisted of hanging out in a condo on a lake for a week and doing various water related activities (I know, it's hard having a life where you have to spend a week water skiiing and the like, but somebody's got to do it!), I noticed some differences between how I was spending my vacation, and how my MIL was spending hers. And I've decided I totally want to be a grandma. Check it out. Mommy spent the week sleeping on a lumpy mattress on the floor with a wiggling child who I swear grew two more legs and twelve more elbows in the middle of the night, all of which attacked me on and off for about 5 hours. I'm surprised I'm not more bruised. Grandma spent the night in a big bed, with nary a child's limb in sight. Mommy had to try and keep her child nourished and hydrated, which mostly consisted of me trotting after the child with a hopeful look, a bottle of water, and a PBJ. Grandma doled out a steady stream of M&M's. Mommy had to make sure her child, aka fairest child in the universe, doesn't get sunburned from the mountain sun and nonstop water fun, which again consisted of me trotting after him with a hopeful look and a bottle of Neutrogena sunscreen. Grandma ate popsicles with him in the shade. And, of course, in the name of water safety and keeping the overall grossness factor down, Mommy had to make sure her child wiped his bum well and showered on a fairly regular basis (read: more than once the entire week), which usually consisted of shared bathroom time all week. Grandma got to poop alone. No wonder people say being a grandparent is the reward for parenthood. I'm ready to rent some grandkids, just for the fun of it.