I love every precious minute I get to spend with my grandson. But I also love when he goes home. I have my own routine…things I want to do…(adult) books to read…(guilt free) foods I want to eat.
I love my dull, boring routine. I missed my friends. I really missed my books. And don’t even get me started on the food. Soren is a vegan. That means that no matter where I go, I have to take food for him. And I feel guilty for eating meat in front of him. And certainly don’t dare eat ice cream unless I have something for him.
Then, I got the text (after I sent his mom a pic of him “driving” the pontoon) that said, “I hate to nag, but I sent his life vest.” Last time when we were trying to help teach him to ride his little bike in the garage, I got a text that said, “Mom, he has to wear his bike helmet!” Then when she saw the almond milk I bought for him, it was “I really hate to nag, but you need to buy organic almond milk”.
Needless to say, I just about bit my tongue in half. I try so hard to accommodate her lifestyle. First of all, she lives in Cleveland where she has lots of options. I live in a small town where the grocery store next to me doesn’t even carry half the things that Iwant, let alone a vegan selection. Secondly, I’m doing the best I can. Thirdly, since it isn’t the way we live, it is extremely difficult.
To her credit, she is always nice about it. And she knows I’m trying. But, really? She never was in a car seat (well, not in one that was belted in), she never owned a bike helmet, and I never poisoned her with non-organic food. I know, I know. All those things make it safer for children. I get that. But I think that sometimes we get carried away.
See, I told you not to get me started on the food. Back to my dull, boring life. I’m so glad that I will finally get to read again…if I can just stay awake…ZZzzzzzzzz