It is early afternoon in my little house at the edge of town and it is snowing outside. So much for Spring, a change of season I dared to think arrived a few days ago. I’ll just keep telling myself, Summer is Coming –Summer is Coming.
My grandson appears at about 1:30 and if my granddaughter remembers to take bus 5, she appears about 4:15. Until the great child exchange happens around 5:45 when their Dad picks them up, we muddle around in almost total chaos.
Yesterday, Shaman-Ariadne, got on the wrong bus and ended up at her home. I suggested her parents make Granny’s House the default location. Has anyone ever tried to explain ‘default’ to a little kid?
While Shaman was getting onto the wrong bus during her transfer, her baby brother was experiencing his own drama.
We have some very old dining room chairs, they came with the house. The house is the very same house my sentimental husband sorted his Halloween candy in, so long ago. These are ladder backed chairs. They should be put on a recall list with those lead painted cribs of the olden days. They are kid traps.
My son, my granddaughter and now my grandson have all fallen over backward in them. My very dramatic grandson, managed to land with his feet on the floor side of the rungs. To say he was mad about it is an understatement. He survived and the hard to believe part of it is that no matter what goes on at Granny’s house, she can’t get herself fired as the free baby sitter.
The kid exchange always comes with a sort of debriefing to one parent or the other about the major spills and mixed up bus transfers.
If the weather takes a good enough turn for us to spend our chaos time outside, I wonder what kinds of injuries we can expect to report.
Well, I see the clock, counting down to chaos and need to get some things at least organized to pick up after the daily debriefing.
Be safe out there and beware of the ladder backed chairs.
Summer is Coming.