Sure they look all cuddly and happy.
But here's what you don't know about them.
They eat like truck drivers. And they eat all the time. And they are always starving.
They talk all the time. And sometimes all at once. And sometimes they don't even care if you're in the actual room with them. They just talk anyway.
They have wayyyy too much energy. They are like the energizer bunnies times a zillion. And they don't take naps anymore.
The reason I tell you this is because school is out. And I am Grandma daycare three days a week.
And I am afraid.
Sure I hired a Grandma's helper to hopefully save part of my sanity over the summer. Sure I have all kinds of crafts planned. Sure I enrolled them in piano lessons and basketball tutoring and even summer preschool for that little one.
But the bottom line is...
I am old.
Very, very old.
And they are young.
Very, very young.
And I suspect my daughter-in-law would frown on my dosing them with Benadryl.
Did I say that out loud?
It was the fear talking.
And sadly my delete key is broken on my computer so I must let that very bad, and obviously totally untrue, remark stand.
So don't get all radical on me here and call CPS or something. I was only kidding. And people probably don't even use benadryl any more do they? I mean...that was a back-in-the-day solution from when my kids were small to make them take naps. Not that I ever did it. Or would. But I heard some other Mom's did. But not me.
So today is Friday.
Today is the day.
If you see smoke signals coming your way from Arizona, please come rescue me.
And bring some Benadryl along.
I might be able to make it into a margarita. For me.