By Georgia Osten
Well, it’s been a long time…waiting in the carpool lane this afternoon for my Grandson. I’m back and forth to babysit my two oldest grandchildren this week. Shouldn’t say “babysit,” it’s really like teenager sit. Anyway, as I’m sitting in the carpool lane, enjoying my book, the school security guard comes and taps on my window. The line had totally moved up about 8 cars and I had to be nudged to move on up. I started to lower my window and say “good book,” but he was frowning and shaking his head thinking, “must be somebody’s elderly Grandmother.”
Later, I’ll carpool my grandson to soccer practice and then get my granddaughter to softball practice. My daughter lovingly made up the schedule for the whole week. From wake up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, take to school, pick up from school, practices, dinner, brush teeth and then bedtime.
It’s very different from the way we raised our kids, not to say we didn’t make everyone brush their teeth and do their homework, but dinner time and bedtime was a whole other routine. After dinner, I would do the dishes and Dad would do baths, then all would settle into the living room, lying on the floor with big pillows in front of the TV. After the news, kids all a’slumber on the floor, would get carried or walked (depending on their size) to bed.
I remember those days as if they were yesterday and, looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. Night Night, Sleep Tight!
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