I would love to say my creative juices are flowing again after having the last few days off. But that my friend would be a lie. I finally got to come back home after spending the holidays house-sitting for my daughter. I don’t mind the house-sitting so much as the having to push through the pain of passing kidney stones at the same time. With nothing more than a bottle of Tylenol and a Chocolate Labrador for company, my weeklong stay over there wasn’t what I would call a vacation.
Maybe I’m just getting old and crotchety, but I’m set in my ways and hate having to change things up. But as with most things in life, you do what you gotta do for family. I mean it’s not like there isn’t a little give and take going on here. I mean I do drive her SUV for free and get unlimited access to hot showers. In a way I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. It’s not like I’m visiting my kids in rehab or worst yet prison every week. I mean my daughter’s are perfectly capable of taking care of their own families, without having me to step in.
I suppose it all comes back to getting back what you give. And while there are parents and grandparents out there that have no choice but to step in and take over. I’m one of the fortunate ones that has kids that understand that there needs to be a balance between need and want in this relationship. But don’t worry there’s still plenty of fussing and fighting going on between us. I mean, we are only family. I suppose when your kids get to grow up and see your limits and your faults. It eliminates the specter of any unreal expectations we may place on things. Lord knows, I wasn’t the best parent by a long shot. But God knows I did try to be honest and helpful.
Maybe I’m just getting old and crotchety, but I’m set in my ways and hate having to change things up. But as with most things in life, you do what you gotta do for family. I mean it’s not like there isn’t a little give and take going on here. I mean I do drive her SUV for free and get unlimited access to hot showers. In a way I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. It’s not like I’m visiting my kids in rehab or worst yet prison every week. I mean my daughter’s are perfectly capable of taking care of their own families, without having me to step in.
I suppose it all comes back to getting back what you give. And while there are parents and grandparents out there that have no choice but to step in and take over. I’m one of the fortunate ones that has kids that understand that there needs to be a balance between need and want in this relationship. But don’t worry there’s still plenty of fussing and fighting going on between us. I mean, we are only family. I suppose when your kids get to grow up and see your limits and your faults. It eliminates the specter of any unreal expectations we may place on things. Lord knows, I wasn’t the best parent by a long shot. But God knows I did try to be honest and helpful.
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