Oh. My. Gosh. Today I babysat my two 4 year old grandsons plus their 2 year old brother and sister, plus an 11 month old granddaughter. I thought I was up for the challenge. I mean, hello-- I raised 7
children. And I love children. And I consider I'm somewhat a pro with
children.
But today was my day to eat humble pie. I thought I had entered the twilight zone or funniest home videos or "how to drive Grandma crazy" hidden camera before the day was done.
It was the 2 two year olds who were my undoing:
*Oatmeal dumped all over the family room carpet and chair with two children laughing and playing in it.
*Children hiding under the bed after eating all the mints they took from my purse (while I was cleaning up the oatmeal, of course).
*Pantry shelf taken out of pantry with cocoa spilled all over the kitchen floor.
* Two potty messes all over the carpet.
* My bedroom door locked (the old fashioned lock that requires a key that is no longer in existence)
* Glass cup dropped and broken
Two year olds!! ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
(Note: before one of the two year olds came to my house, he had already spread poop all over his bed from a "accident" and his 4 year old brother had tried to clean up his own poop mess by taking a bath by himself and spreading poop into the bathtub! My poor daughter-in-law)
After today, I feel like I failed being the "Best Grandma of the Year". Instead, I became the "Grandma who couldn't cope". Oh well. I'm doing it again tomorrow, but I'll be better prepared! I won't let the two year olds out of my sight!
And I'll do what I did today. Laugh and laugh and laugh!
Thanks for reading,
Cathy
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