Before anything else, remember:  I love my grandkids. 

    But I thought being a grandparent meant when their diaper got dirty, the parent took care of it.  And when the children started acting like little stinkers, I could pass them to their parents.

    My grandkids just left after a four-day visit.  Again.  By the third day, I was begging the Schwan’s delivery man to take me with him when he left.  There’s a reason God made us only able to have kids while we’re young.  Well, more than just one reason, really…there are a LOT of reasons.

   Remember what I said at the beginning?  I love my grandkids.  But I also love sitting peacefully in my garden.  Today, I bathed a crying baby in a swimming pool outside because my bathtub is clogged, and washed out a four-year old’s Transformer underwear because they had “racing stripes”.  I thought I was done with this kind of “fun”.  And when I went out to sit in my garden, some newly springing vines had been trampled by little feet.  I didn’t say anything because my grandkids just didn’t see the vines.

   Yes, I love my grandkids.

   But something’s got to change, or I think I’m going to end up in a nice little cottage somewhere, braiding my hair all day, and humming “The Ants Go Marching One By One”.