My In-laws are in the midst of moving down to south Florida. This is a very ambiguous time for me, we love them terribly, my kids will miss seeing them weekly, and they honestly are the only real support we have in terms of potential babysitters, etc...we haven't ever had to really ask anyone else. But the move is the best for them, they have wanted to do this for a long, long time. The process includes moving my grand-mother in law, an 87 year old very lovely, very nice, very fun lady. The IL's have driven down, and the ass-busting ride would not work out so well for said 87 year old. Let's call her "Dawn" ... so we have taken her in, essentially babysitting her, until Friday (tomorrow!!!) when we take her to the airport and hand her off to the airport attendants to get her settled.
She is not feeble, she is healthy, talkative, opinionated, loving, and honestly lovely. For a few hours.
DD has been in HEAVEN with Dawn here. Dawn is DD's new best friend. Dawn was given DD's room (which has a nice queen sized bd, etc) to sleep in while she is visiting us. DD refuses to sleep in Sonny's room b/c she wants to have her sleep over with her octogenarian bff. DD doesn't even give me a kiss goodnight. Our long-standing bedtime rituals are not adhered to b/c Dawn tells her it's time for bed. My children having this opportunity to spend time with their great grandmother is truly a blessing, though I feel every second that it's ticking me toward a huge crevice that I really want to jump into to escape the third parent here in the house. really. REALLY. I want to either jump into it or push her into it. LOL I am pretty certain my IL's wouldn't really mind if she didn't make it down to FL, since she has lived with them for over 40 years now. This would be like an unexpected alone-time honeymoon....two 60-somethings running around their new 5-bedroom house naked. ew.
That being said, (ok, now i have to try to windex my mind b/c i am skeeved).
Dawn is driving me crazy. CRAZY, bonkers...kookie, nuts, circus freak crazy. Truly, honestly, really....CA-RAZY.
I want to run out into the street screaming, if it weren't thundering out. I am sitting here typing this out and hoping beyond home that she doesn't walk down the stairs and start in on talking to me LOLOLOL.
She can't hear extremely well. She's not deaf, but hears the wrong words. She corrects my hubby and I when we say things to our kids. She corrects our children when they haven't done anything wrong. She is DRIVING ME NUTS with my son who's a bit chubby, by in odd little ways pointing it out to him. *I*, ranty mom who likes to call a spade a spade, do not point out his chubbiness to him since I am pretty sure he's aware of it and I don't want him to lose the little bit of confidence he has (ala Gibby on iCarly...)
Last night DD was super over-tired. When they went to bed, Dawn told DD she wouldn't read her a book. DD decided that it was the perfect time to connip. Full-out screaming and crying, inconsolable connip. Dawn kept telling her to stop crying which made it worse. (cue underdog music here) Hubby goes in and asks what's up. Dawn tells him that DD is crying and she doesn't know why. Under-Hubby tells her it's b/c she's over (fucking) tired and doesn't know how to wind down.....and Dawn keeps on the "i don't know why she's upset" path. Not a good idea with a 4 yo ranting, crying and blubbering all b/c she's FUCKING TIRED. There's no real reason...she isn't in pain, she's not sick. She's tired. She's been outside most of the day, running, riding her princess bigwheel and forcing the other girls in the neighborhood to play with her barbies and jewelry and she's done. Now since you allowed her to sleep with you in her bed, READ HER A BOOK AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP.....but it continues for a few more minutes, bargaining between an 87 year old and a 4.5 year old (who do you think will win this one??) and the stories begin.
It's silent now, the rain is pouring, thunder is rolling across the sky, but there are no feet coming down the stairs and no whines or "DD, stop that, dd come back" in the octave of age. I honestly love the silent moments which is why most days I get up at the ass-crack of dawn so i can get some work done job searching and such.....but today it's spent with more than a little anxiety. If Dawn doesn't get up I have to go check on her, but if I check on her too early, she might still be breathing.....whoops i hear creaking footsteps in the hallway. Nothing to decide -- today. Now i hear the voices chatting young and old. It's still a good day and I love them both but really stay the fuck asleep!!!
Keep on Rantin' all!!