Daughter is in South America at the moment and Grandgirl is on her VERY OWN (At 17+ OMG!) in their house in Toronto.
I've been talking to her every night. Not checking up on her or anything as I've assured her, but availing myself of the opportunity to have these nightly chats. I restrained myself from laughing out loud the other night when she said:
"Oh boy, Grandma it is so HARD to live by yourself!"
"How so, hon?"
"Well there is so much to do, you just never catch up with it all. I'm exhausted!"
"So tell me?"
"Well there's laundry for starters. Then I had to take the garbage out after sorting it. Then I had to change the kitty litter. And oh yeah, walk the dog and give her her meds. Then I had to decide about dinner and what to nuke up. And yeah pack my lunch for school. AND load the dishwasher and unload it. It never ends!"
"Welcome to the real world, darling."
"But you're forgetting something really important here, Grandma."
"And what's that?"
"On top of all of that I have, like, hours and hours of homework!"
Well I hope Daughter reads this when she gets back.
You think maybe she'll feel more appreciated?