LOL....but who am I fooling? I was 25 years younger, a hell of a lot thinner and my knees were still babies compared to what they are now! What am I talking about? For the past 3 weeks I have been caring for my beloved grandson, the boy whose mother I have written about and who is now in Iraq and will be until late spring. It just so happened that their regular babysitter when on vacation as my daughter was leaving for Iraq and leaving him with strangers was not an option, especially since all our family is in the area.
25 years ago when his mother was but a little child of one year old, her oldest sister was 2 years old and I was pregnant with my third (we didn't have VCR back then ) I thought I handled things fairly well. I would go shopping, clean the house and even have dinner on the table when my husband came home and still have energy at night to do a little cleaning up and laundry.
NOW? Wow...This little guy is only 7 months old and a better baby no one could ask for (just like his mother) but when he goes down for a nap so do I! Or I catch up on work, work emails and phone calls...and then when he gets up it's back to the real work. I am so blessed that he is such a happy, even-tempered baby and can easily be amused when I am in my office. I put him in his little bumbo seat or loud, rackety jumping seat and he will happily sit for maybe an hour.
I guess it would be easy enough to ignore his beautiful hazel-green eyes and gummy smile but when he looks at me my heart melts and it's not that hard to walk away from the keyboard. I haven't been able to write for awhile and have many emails to return but I hope my friends and family will be patient and understand.
Today his father has off so he is with him and strangely enough even though I have time to write a little and clean a lot I find myself missing that little guy so much....but I wonder if it's a combination of missing him and missing his mother. My mom keeps telling me that I don't have to watch him every weekend, I can give myself permission to take a break but I don't want a break I tell her. Being close to him is like being close to my daughter and that's the next best thing.
So I am going to surprise my husband and clean the house, barbecue some ribs and make my wicked mashed potatoes and then he will feel like HE is my baby again. I love my husband to bits but I gotta admit, that little boy has my heart in a major headlock.....