Whatever the outcome of the election, the grandkids will not live with me
It is the Sunday night before the election. It’s hard to tell what this coming week will bring. These ramblings will post the day after the election. I am hoping that there will be a clear-cut winner. I don’t want a repeat of the ambiguity we went through during a previous election. Come Wednesday(today) I want to be either shooting fireworks off my roof or drowning my sorrows in what is left of the Halloween candy.
Just like this election, it’s also hard to predict how my kids will turn out. I want them to be happy, successful, productive adults. But, if my grown-up kids aren’t sending me on exotic trips and paying for my cataract surgeries, I, at the very least, hope that I raised them well enough to take care of their own kids.
I don’t want to raise my grandkids, I don’t want them to live with me, and I don’t want to ever be in a position where I have to discipline them. I just want to be the kind of grandma that spoils them, sugars them up, and sends them home.
My grandma drove a taxi cab, played the organ, and taught me how to play Bridge. I remember that she always had a dish of Jolly Ranchers on the kitchen table. Even to this day, I can’t smell coffee or watermelon-flavored Jolly Ranchers without thinking of her.
My kids are only nine, nine, and seven, but I don’t think it’s ever too early to explain what’s expected of them. I expect them to get good grades, do their chores, and raise their own kids. I want to avoid any misunderstandings in the future. I’ll baby-sit, I will help pay for piano lessons, but the grandkids cannot live with me!
I don’t know why I am worrying about this now. Maybe it’s because, as of the writing of this post, my life has a 53% chance of being pretty bleak the next four to eight years. Perhaps planning for my retirement is the only bright spot in my future.
No matter what my near future holds, whether it be fireworks or a chocolate-induced coma, at least one thing has been made clear, this future-grandma won’t be raising the grandkids. She’s got a Bridge game to play.