"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last." Well, that's overstating it a bit, but today we awoke to a silent house and empty bunkhouse. There are no limits to love, but there is a finite amount of energy in a grandparent, and we have had a lot of young folk around here this summer... a sold month of them in fact. So the quiet is welcome. We're not answering the phone today.
On the other hand, it was kind of wonderful to have all that energy around us. Maybe in a day or so, we'll miss it and them. Maybe more like a week....
Free at last indeed! Connie just told me that when we have grandkids she wants to take care of them two days a week....I am supposed to look forward to this but I feel that by the time we get the grandkids my main concern will be where is my drool cup????
ReplyDelete...Probably right next to your drool rag...but you can teach them critters to fetch either for you...
ReplyDeleteWait and hope, silly men! Grandchildren do not fetch but they won't mind the drool til they're old enough to look after themselves.
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