I am 17.5 months into this grandmother thing. Most days I feel like I am losing the battle. Some days I feel quite accomplished (those are few are far between). Our daughter blessed us with twin girls and our lives changed forever in just a few short minutes. Life as we knew it will never be the same. Once again, our home has babies. And while that is precious, we all know what comes with babies.....STUFF. Our house has taken on a thrift-store-on-crack motif. Now it has never been immaculate, because I am no Suzy Homemaker (IYKYK). There are playpens (yes, plural), high chairs to be tripped over, boxes and bags of clothes that they have outgrown, toys, toys, and more toys.....our girls are blessed. Every room in our home is representative of the fact that babies live there. Although, I am sick of the mess, I know that this too shall pass (and I'll miss it).
A little about me.....I am retiring in June. I am in my 43rd year as an educator. I taught pre-school and served as daycare director in a private school. I worked and lived 9 months to the day in a small south Alabama town (enough material for another blog). I came home and began my career in a "neighborhood" school where I taught Kindergarten for 10 years. I earned my school library certificate, and soon moved to another elementary school across the county where I worked 8 (long) years. That job alone has enough material for a best selling novel about abuse and survival (mine). Proration came along and I was transferred without my permission, but saw it as God's grace. My new school was a middle school in yet another part of town where I fell in love with the school, the community, the faculty, and my crazy hormonal students. Middle school was my niche for 14 years until Barney Fife became our new principal. He single-handedly destroyed my faith in my job. He was a lot like the principal I had in South Alabama, except that fellow was obviously a gay man portraying the life of a straight man. He was prissy to say the least and married a drill sergeant. He even directed the choir at the First Baptist Church there. I think he was finally found out after I left (was asked to resign, and gladly I did). The middle school guy was a huge control freak with a lisp who thought he was the sharpest tool in the drawer and had an answer for everything....until he met me. I took none of his nonsense. They both HATED ME! Thankfully, I asked for a received a transfer to the high school I have been here 10 wonderful years and actually hate the thoughts of retiring. Teaching is my life; it's all I know, it's what I do, it's who I am.
Follow me on this journey of being a first time grandmother. There will be enough nonsense to entertain the masses. Just a note-I will not reveal family members names (especially the girls). Their mother has a strict rule about that. I will simply refer to them by their sonogram names, Baby A and Baby B.
***This blog post was started in March 2025 and I completed it today. Get used to it, I have ADHD.
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