Thank goodness for grandmas. We had our first annual CHIPS tonight. We usually have, yearly, our PIPS. That stands for parent insanity prevention seminar. We had all our kids get rid of their children, come to a place and spend the night. We would eat well, play games, watch movies, and do whatever we felt like doing. Well, we decided to have a CHIPS, or our CHildren's Insanity Prevention Seminar. We told our children that we would take all our grand children that were potty trained, and keep them for the night. The parents were to have plans and enjoy each other while grandma and I spent the evening with the grand kids.
There are reasons why older people are grandparents. They can usually get away from their loud, rowdy, rambunctious kids and grand kids. Well, not tonight. As my grand kids are all sacked out on the living room floor of my son's house, I am hiding in the other room, or maybe I should say I am writing this blog in the other room while grandma is watching over them all. I am feeling grateful that half of this "wonderful" time is almost over.
Now don't get me wrong. I love my grand kids. However, you get them all together, give them games to play, put some sugar in them, and all of a sudden the peace, quiet, and the sanity of the group goes out the window. I love them, but it is sure difficult for this grand father to play with them in their crazy games, enjoy their loud banter, and then spend lots of time trying to calm the tender feelings of the younger ones while the older ones seem to take pleasure in causing them to cry.
It is a great experience. It is something that I will miss on our mission. I will miss each of my grand kids. But perhaps I will miss them one at a time, and not all together. That is why I am so grateful for grandma. She is so patient, loving understanding of all the noise, the problems, the yelling and screaming. I am just an old fuddy duddy who is not appreciating the noise and all.
What a wonderful experience to have them all together. There were moments when they were all playing together well with each other, but there were other times when I kept looking at my watch. If this is confession time, I will never admit to saying these things, but I am so grateful for grandma. I certainly will miss them, but all at once, it is hard for me at least, to be with them too long. Am I an impatient grandfather who is normal,or am I abnormal? Wish I knew. I just know that too many outings like this would age me faster, cause my head to split,and make me write longer and longer blog posts.
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