Grandma Hugs

Yesterday I stayed home from work, ill with the latest bug going around. CEO had it, too. As C and I commiserated on the phone, I decided to go over with my box of tissues. O was just waking from a nap. I heard him complaining and whining to his mom as she attempted to change a diaper, so I popped my head in the door. He took one look at me, gave the mightiest grin I've ever seen and threw out his arms to me! I will never forget that little face and those arms reaching out. He really was quite ill with fever the night before. Life is so precious.

There's the special, special bond between parent and child that can never be diminished. But parents have such a heavy load of responsibility that joy sometimes gets lost in the mix. As a grandparent, I come and go, not expecting much, really, and get SO MUCH!

It is tritely true that it's too bad we can't be grandparents before we are parents!

Multi-tasking?

This morning I got up wandering around, tired, after a heavy, heavy work week. One of the bathroom vanity's lights had burned out during the week and I hadn't taken time to change it. So I decided to change it, wandered into the kitchen to get the step stool, saw the cat's litter box, changed that, went on to gather trash and dump that, swept the kitchen floor, wandered back into the bathroom (no step stool yet...I'd forgotten about it) and realizing I needed to do some laundry, went to the bedroom, sorted laundry, returned to the bathroom to start a load, thought, " I really need to wash the sink and toilet," did that, and turned around and thought, "Oh, yeah, I need to change that light bulb." Went back to the kitchen, got the step stool and got the job done.Returning to the kitchen with step stool, I sat down at my computer, and couldn't remember my password to get into my blog, so I surfed the net a little, then remembered the password. Ever have a morning like that?