It's been a long, sort of busy weekend. Matt came over Saturday and we worked out, and granddaugther Kylee was here while her parents took off to watch the Tampa Bay Bucs this weekend.
I have to say, I don't think I could handle having two kids. I spent much of the weekend wanting to kill them both. Or at least tape their mouths or tie them to chairs or something. Maybe I was tired, or crabby, or worried about other stuff, or just resentful that I couldn't do what I wanted to do because there were two kids to deal with. Darling Man nearly caved on the video games when I went to the hardware store - they were driving him nuts too.
We've been asked to watch Kylee on Mondays after school until about 8pm. I agreed to this, but being a school night, wasn't comfortable about it. If it doesn't work out, I will have to put my foot down and insist they get a babysitter. ZBoy is already teetering on the edge of becoming a problem at school and any distraction from our after-school routine could tip him right over. We will see.
I worry sometimes that I'm a bad mom or a bad grandma. Children seem to piss me off way too easily sometimes and I wonder if I should have ever had any. Patience has never been one of my virtues and you really need a truckload of it with kids. But then something wonderful happens. ZBoy gives me a flower. Kylee gives me a hug. Somehow, even when I am mean ' ol ogre mom/granny, they still like me - and I find that amazing.