New Babies, Old babies, and living with your own babies

I am watching my grandchildren, for a few days. I know I love them, but somehow, I forgot how much time it takes. I guess as your children get older and you are running here, for dance, there for wrestling, robotics, school events, proms, and parent teacher conferences, you forget how much running you were doing when you had babies, and then they come back and you are out of your mind.
The toys babies like, seem to be your camera, your laptop, cookware, beads and lord help you, your office materials. Not the hundreds of toys you spent your time and money picking out, so they wouldn't play with your camera, laptop and office materials.
Its funny how all those moments you ran your legs off and fell into bed exhausted, fade from memory as you are watching them grow, and they way keep you running changes.
Now I keep busy chasing the childrens busy appointments, who seem to believe my time is all full of openings just for anything they volunteer for.
My husband found out he has a new granddaughter. Its funny, she named it after his mother. But it is also one he won't get to spend much time with. It is a sad, but wonderful situation, when your babies have babies.

Maybe if we are lucky, we will refind our sanity.

Realality Television and the Snap of the American Brain

We did the whole world become so fascinated it the mundane. The real of housewives of I don't give a shit, The I can't find a wife/husband without tv. Or How about those wonderful chefs who cant have a decent word come out of their mouths. I am your target addiunece and I can't stand all the crap on your television show. I have taken my dogs walking,,I don't care who sings the best, or who did whom, and I certainly don't care if she/he crys when the answer is no.

Sorry housewives, I have a husband, kinda like him and he helps out, and you are right I don't drive a porsche, and hang out at bars, I did that once. I was a trashy biker then.
What happened to televisions, now you bore me wtih deaths i figure out before you, and I sleep way too much.

The band needs to slip off and smack the crap outta someone cause we need to be woke up...