AGMA isn’t sure I’ll be around to post after today.
I don’t mean to upset you, but I feel like I need to prepare you for the worst possible scenario.
Just in case.
No, I don’t have COVID or another illness that is about to take me out. Yet.
No, I haven’t decided to give up blogging. AGMA is one of my “touchpoints of sanity” in the totally insane world that is 2020.
No, I’m not going into exile to escape what is sure to be a very rough time in the US over the next 4 months. Although I’m sorely tempted.
Son#1 and DIL will be going away by themselves for a well deserved long weekend to celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary.
Soooooo – AGMA and Hubs will be babysitting our 3 young grandchildren (ages 5, 3 and 14 months) for 3 days and nights by ourselves.
(Did I just shout?)
Well, that’s not entirely true. My DIL has a lovely young lady come over during the day Monday through Friday to help her with the kiddos. The kids adore their nanny and she loves them so it’s really a great arrangement.
Super nanny will be around to help us on Thursday and Friday into the early evening. But we’re going to be solo at night and on Saturday and part of the day on Sunday.
Oh the humanity!
I’m not entirely sure I’ll survive.
Please don’t get me wrong… AGMA loves my 3 grandchildren dearly.
We sold our house, put most of our earthly possessions in storage, and moved over 700 miles away to be closer to them. During a global pandemic. And (of course) brought lots of toys with us.
And the 3 grandchildren I have now are it. There are no additions on the horizon nor will there be.
Zip. Nada, Zilch.
Son#2 is more than happy being a life long bachelor and having to only care for 2 cats.
Son#1, the kiddo’s father, saw to it, surgically, that there will be no additional rug rats added to the brood soon after #3 came along last year. If you catch my drift…
So these 3 precious children are it. They are the legacy that AGMA will be leaving to world when the sand runs out of my hour glass. My chance to achieve immortality of sorts. The future of my DNA.
Plus they are just a cute and adorable and personable as they can be.
I love them more than words can say.
But that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m looking forward to spending a whole weekend with them. Alone. I mean, seriously?
There are a number of reasons for this:
- AGMA isn’t as spritely as I used to be (which wasn’t all that great to start with!) I get tired (translation = exhausted) trying to keep up with them.
- Hubs has a neurological condition that impairs his balance and mobility so this means that I will be doing all the “stair running” (they have 3 floors) and carrying of anybody or anything that may need carrying.
- We like to sleep at night. The kids don’t. The older ones often pile into their parent’s bed in the middle of the night. This is the very same bed that we will be sleeping in this weekend. It could be difficult to sleep with a foot in my stomach and an arm across my face or a squirmy 3 year old at my head.
- After 3 nights of interrupted sleep piled onto exhausting, stair running days, AGMA will not be somebody that anybody will want to be around for any length of time. Just sayin’…
- Most importantly, we like to be the “good guys” to the kids. We don’t want to have to discipline them or order them to pick up their toys or tell them they aren’t allowed to have that extra snack. You know – stuff parents normally do. But we might have to do all that this weekend. And that’s just no fun.
But we knew there would be assignments like this when we moved up to Chicago. We were aware of the risks.
We are the brave, the strong. We are grandparents. And we will serve despite the risks. That’s what grandparents do when called to action.
Even if we have a nasty case of bone spurs.
Please remember AGMA fondly just in case I don’t come out on the other side of the weekend…