Someone in my son’s daycare doesn’t have their cootie shots.

So now I’m writing this blog post from my bed.

I’m home.

Typing. As my little one recovers from puking on his daycare teacher.

Fun.

Actually, ew. I feel for the woman.

And for my little boy.

It’s always lovely when your child catches something from another kid.

So I’ll be home with him trying to work in between wiping up and throwing out.

And disinfecting the entire apartment.

If I’m lucky, he’ll take a nap, and I will watch Top Chef off TiVo.

Actually the last thing I want to see is food right now.

Yeah, T minus 3 hours before I’m sick too.

Or at least until I need to change my clothes or give him a bath.

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Tomorrow the kids will be in school while their paternal grandfather (whom they have never met) becomes a US citizen.

After decades in this country, he’s becoming a citizen and then packing up and moving (along with his wife) back to his birth place.

Unlike their grandfather, their grandmother does have an interest in knowing her grandchildren. And because my children do spend time with her this news makes me sad. Sad to know that part of their family will be far, far, far away soon. Soon meaning - probably less than a year away. Far meaning – an over 16 hour flight with a layover or two depending on the airline.

I wanted the kids to grow up equally close to my family and their father’s family. Although their paternal grandfather had absolutely no interest in a relationship with them for the past six years, I was hoping one day that would change. I truly was.

Now with a 16 hour flight between them; it doesn’t look like that will happen. And I’m so very disappointed. Disappointed that the color of my skin is the excuse this man has given for not spending time with his grandchildren. Disappointed that he would rather be an ass then get to know three sweet children.

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Thanks for showing up early

You weren’t supposed to be here for another week

It’s not like I don’t have plans

and wouldn’t be bothered by you arriving early.

Causing me to stay in for the evening

To deal with you – you pain.

Yeah, I’m a little crabby

And probably a bit down

Its all your fault, Auntie.

I blame you.

Next time you show up, show up when expected.

So I won’t have to run around scrambling to change sheets.

And find things you like at 10PM

Watching sappy movies you like

Just to make you happy.

You are no longer allowed to disrupt my life –

even if you just plan on staying a little while.

You hear me?!

I live my life with tea and crumpets only when I want them.

Sure now I’m a little grumpy.

And maybe even a bit sensitive.

So I have only one thing to say –

I blame you.

Period.

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