The time change has made a real difference on our habits. It gets sooooo dark sooooo early that, with our bodies still on Eastern Time, we find ourselves craving beddy bye by nine or nine thirty in the evening. Just a couple of weeks ago, up in Petoskey, it wasn’t even dark until ten at night; now blackness falls over the land by eight. Out comes the man quilt and I begin assuming the prenatal position with my thumb making its way toward my mouth.
Yesterday went off without a hitch. We left the house at around seven and didn’t get back home until close to six thirty. That’s a long day folks. I’m telling ya, this w*rking has got to go. But, those little faces make it all worth while. “I missed you, grandpa! Did you miss me?” How can you resist that, I ask you?
We did a little housework but mainly just took care of the grand children. While they played by themselves, Judy worked on the baby Fortner quilt and I did some reading. Two out of three of the kids and one out of two of the adults went down for naps after lunch. And, oh yes, there’s the dawg to walk as well – Gunner is a good boy but he has to learn to heal. “Heal, boy, heal.”
So, we’ve only just begun our stint as Chief Bottlewashers and Babysitters but, it’s not a bad gig. We may have to rethink that after a few weeks, however, right now it’s nice to see those three smiling little faces as they roll groggily out of bed in the morning and make their way to the breakfast table. After several cups of coffee they’re ready for the day, Oops, that’s grandpa; ya don’t give little kids coffee or sugar for that matter, it winds them up waaaay too much and they have more than enough energy as it is.
Be Sure To Hug Your Grandchildren and May God Bless - - - - - - - -