Last night when I fell into bed and in the 20 seconds before I went to sleep, I was thinking . . in the past, when I’ve gone to visit Chad, Nicole and Addie, up until about a year ago, I stayed at their house. Nicole was cooking some; I’d cook some. I’d have Addie with me sometimes during the day but on weekends they were home. Sometime she was in school during the week. Then when I was staying in the hotel, I wasn’t cooking – I was either eating at their house or Addie and I would eat out. No cleaning! The pool tired Addie out and she was usually in bed fairly early.
Here . . oh, my goodness. I’m really exhausted. It didn’t help driving 10 hours to MO on Monday, then driving 10 hours back to Texas on Wednesday. I’m cooking, doing laundry, trying to keep the house picked up, buying groceries, doing things with Addie. I’m sewing some but usually with 100 interruptions.
In the evenings, I look at the house. The living room gets more cluttered every day. The kitchen needs a good scrubbing. I just don’t have it in me right now.
I have a whole new appreciation/respect for grandparents raising grandkids.