Recently, I had two of my grandkids over for “Grandma Camp.” This is what I call it when all the cousins stay overnight at my house to give their parents a break. My intention was to have a camp every summer for four to five days. It’s been slow to get on it’s feet mostly due to the fact I am not retired, the grandkids have been too young, and it’s only me running this camp.
However, the past five days, two of the grandkids stayed as a “test.” These two kids stay a lot with me but they yearned — nice word for whined — to stay longer than one sleep. This was their chance.
Every night we’d watch their favorite shows to fall asleep to. Everyday we’d cuddle in the morning and eat food in bed before breakfast. We played games, made things, shopped, jumped at a trampoline place, and generally had a great time. The Ninja rolls in Walgreens were one clue, things were going OK.
We counted down the sleeps until it was time to round up all the dirty clothes, lovies, and toys that needed to go home. Getting into bed that first night after they’d gone, with just Buddy and myself in the bed, was quiet and a little lonely, but I’ll manage. <wink>