OMG, I AM OLD

Today is day three of watching my three youngest grandchildren.  They are 6, 5 and 2 1/2 and busy, busy, busy. The youngest, a girl spilled her drink a total of 4 times just today before I could get to Target for some sippy cups.  Sometimes the spills were OJ,... very sticky.  They call me Happy and most of the time I am, until today when I found a melted Popsicle on my bedside table.  Popsicle's are to be eaten in the kitchen or in the room with hardwood floors, not in Happy's bedroom.  Not only was the Popsicle a melted mess of goo, it's essence had been absorbed by the oldest GrD's Junie B Jones' new book.  Oldest GrD was not amused, neither was Happy. Youngest GrD did not see the error of her ways, but she is just 2 and 1/2 as she will proudly tell you This mishap required an immediate trip to Barnes and Noble to replace said book...and guess what? (Junie B says guess what a lot) There were other Junie B  books there that were calling GrD's name...and of course we couldn't leave without a book for the other two, even the Popsicle Offender.

I am so loving the time with them, but oh am I old.  I am in denial that I will be 68 this Wed.  I awake in the morning and my joints are very unhappy and they complain when I try to move them.  I have to spend a lot of time stretching and convincing my body that it really does want to get up.  Then I have to take two Tylenol (On blood thinners so no Motrin for me) and a really hot shower.  With the grandchildren here things don't necessarily go in that order :).  I wouldn't trade it for anything though.  This is a little bit of heaven that not all grandparents get.

Oh dear......guess what we just found that SHE (she being the Popsicle offender, of course)
 did?  Here's a picture and it's permanent marker, in case you are wondering.  She found it in a desk drawer.  Clever isn't she?  Now what was I saying about not trading them?

But look at that face