All Good Things Must End

The kids have been staying with their Grandparents since this past Wednesday. Today, probably within the next 20 minutes or so, they will return.

Dammit. Their like boomerangs…

The next several days will require some extra effort on our (the Wife’s and my) part because any prolonged stay with either set of Grandparents engenders a certain “entitled” frame of mind. Grandparents being grandparents tend to err on the side of spoiling the grandkids. That’s not a judgement, merely an observation. Grandparents have, by definition pretty much, put in their time with the day-to-day struggles of child rearing. In fact, they probably had to deal with the same thing at one point in time. They can hardly be blamed for wanting to enjoy their time with the kids.

In fact, the lass got a bit of a head start on the whining this morning. They called to say good morning and she told the Wife that she didn’t want to come home. In fact, she didn’t even want to talk on the phone because the Wife had to threaten to hang up the phone before she got anything out of the lass.

The time away from the kids has been well spent on our part. Sleeping in. Staying up late without fear of kid related repercussions. Working on projects uninterrupted- not even a “Wait a minute, it’s too quiet” moment. Going out to eat without having to worry about who orders what and how, and then listening to “How much loooooooooonger?” Or refereeing possession of the crayons.

Wonder who we can pawn them off onto next?