Happy New Year.
I had quite the day. A loooong day. I became an official grandma today and served up heartburn for New Year’s Eve fare.
My daughter woke me up at 4:00 AM to tell me she was leaving for the hospital and would I please see if I could get my 2 year-old step-grandson back to bed. He must be psychic because he never wakes up in the middle of the night and throws a fit, but last night he did. He’d been up since midnight. So I hauled my very old- feeling 44 year -old behind up from the basement, saw my daughter and son-in-law off to the hospital in the middle of a freak rain storm/fog bank, put my very grumpy grandson back to bed and lay down on the couch to try to catch a bit more sleep. No luck on the sleep part.
By 11:47 AM I was an “official” grandma of beautiful 6 lb, 3 oz baby girl and after chasing the 2 year-old around the house for 4 hours and making a pot of chili, I needed a nap.
I still haven’t had the nap, but I served up chili, jalepeno poppers, homemade guacamole (made by one of my sister-in-laws), pigs-in-blanket, and brownies (made by another sister-in-law).
I’m still awake because my boys want to have sparkling cider and crack poppers at midnight and have absolutely no mercy on a tired woman who is now a grandma.
Happy New Year’s to everyone and hoping for a prosperous, peaceful one for all.