We had a small, last minute party here tonight for his birthday.
They had energy galore. Pandemic, super cold week, stuck in the house crazy.
It’s amazing to me how much wild kids do not bother me when they’re not my responsibility. I noticed this on vacation at resorts in the past. Screaming, running, throwing things in the pool? I don’t mind a bit. It’s nice, but I definitely wish I’d had a little more of this imperviousness when my kids were little.
But snide comments about their behavior would make me feel so inadequate and failing as a member of society in general, and as lacking in responsibility toward them as improperly raised people.
Good Lord. How ridiculous.
Squirrel out. It is January and nobody cares.
Cake time!
Love, Grandma and Grandpa and Everybody