As previously stated, I am a low energy person. (*)Sleeping and thinking of sleep are two of my favorite past times. Enter – The Grandbaby! My dd was going to find a sitter for Isabella when she went back to work. (*)I visualized my little doll at a sitter’s house and just didn’t see the kind of lovin’ I would give her. It near to broke my heart just thinking about it. So, here I sit, or don’t sit half of the time because I am getting up to remove Bells(*) from whatever danger she has found.
Our day starts around seven AM. Breakfast and a bottle for Bells and a hot cup of tea for me….sometimes tepid tea, actually. (*) I try to watch some of my news programs in between taking a wire out of Bells’ hand, taking her down from standing at the tv table, removing paper products from her hands and mouth, well, you get the picture. Yes, there is a playpen but I want her to get good and tired out so she will nap for a loooong time (*)
Some days we will go with Himself to the Cafe for breakfast. We are meeting other parents/gran(*)dparents who break up their morning routines just as we are by going out for breakfast. (*)(hugs break)(snack break) It is encouraging to see that I am not the only one who is bleary-eyed (typing one-handed while giving Bells the rest of her bottle).(*)
Nap time and I finally get to wash the floor or catch up on line. Ahhhhh…..Then another bottle and a snack (see above notes). Sometimes we go to see the greatgrandparents until the next nap time. What joy they get from Bells’ antics! I get such a kick out of seeing them enjoy her.
We play and then it is time for nap #2. If Himself is home I lie down for a while. If not, I try to do something around here to neaten up. But as the old poem goes, "…go away cobwebs and dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep." Amen.
Waiting for dd to come home, we will go outside, weather permitting. Walks with the stroller, weather permitting. Grocery store, Target, weather permitting. Weather determines alot in the Atlantic Northeast.
When dd comes home, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.(*) However did I do it with my dear little daughter what with working full-time and all. There is a big difference, though. Youth has its advantages.(*)
Taking care of a grandchild, though, is so much different. There is so much more room for laughter and awe. Knowing that the times she will let me feed her her bottle are waning I hold her close instead of letting her hold it herself. (*) Not completely understanding the (*)feeling that I am going to burst with the love and joy that is within me just because this little being exists.
All in all, the exhaustion and sore muscles I am enduring are far worth the (*)(poopy diaper) time well spent that will last for such a short time. May God give me the strength to be Isabella’s (*) full-time caregiver until she goes to school.
(*) The times I had to get up to remove Bells from where she aughtn’t be!