I’m going to have to keep this short. You remember I mentioned we have our granddaughters with us, right?
It’s really not easy to write when a five-year old is talking….a lot. She has something to say about everything. And I mean everything. Her Dad was the same (sorry to rat you out Noah).
I remember when my boys were young and we were on our way back home from visiting my sister-in-law in the hospital. I’d forgotten his binky when we left the house that morning. Later, the 20 minute drive back was not fun.
He was tired and wanted that binky.
So by the time we arrived home, I decided he had already cried for the last 20 minutes and there was no sense letting all that crying go to waste, and tossed his binky.
It worked out great and was a relatively painless process.
Except that left him free to talk. And boy did he talk. I remember being tempted one time to just give him back the binky, but knew that wouldn’t be fair. So I listened, and he talked…a lot.
His daughter definitely inherited that trait.
She also loves music. So not only am I listening and responding to her chatter, I also have the soundtrack to The Greatest Showman on so we can all sing and dance. Have you heard that soundtrack? I have….a lot.
Did I mention I’m making dinner too?
I could save writing until after they go to bed but honestly, I pretty much go to bed right after they do. I’m tired by then.
So with that, the spaghetti is done, the green beans are ready and I have two little girls who want my attention.
I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m complaining…because actually I love it.
They have been so much fun to have and honestly, I am looking forward to my alone time. But I also know that after they’re gone it won’t take long before I miss them…a lot.