Some of you already know this, but I've taken on my 16-year-old granddaughter as a resident. Her life is a mess, and she's not getting along at home. Bless her heart.... she called me after spending a weekend with a friend and asked me if she could come live with us. We're both just nuts about her. She's been here close to 3 weeks, and things are going well. She's working very hard to get her good grades back up by going to tutorials before school starts; she's working her butt off in soccer (and it keeps me running to her games, although we did get her car back, thank goodness); and she's also working part-time, but she's very tired, and so am I. I haven't had the time, nor the inclination, to stitch, but I'm planning to make time starting tonight. She's working at her part time job at Arby's after her soccer practice from 7:00 to 11:30, then she works tomorrow also. She's now on spring break, so they'll be scheduling her for more hours next, which is good---keeps her busy while school is out.
Our house plan works out nicely for her because it's a split plan, with the master suite on one side of the house, and two bedrooms and bath between at the other side. She has her own space, and she loves it, though she's not very tidy. I just close the door. Her dad screams and hollers about the kids' bedrooms at home, and she doesn't get that here. I don't sweat the small stuff. That's not what's important to me, though I do tidy up her bathroom after she goes to school. I like my bathrooms to be clean, and she's on such a tight schedule, I don't argue---I just do it. She's loving the peace here and says her bed here is awesome; says she sleeps like a baby. Part of it, I think, is the absence of yelling and criticizing. I'm not being critical because I remember those teen years with my own kids only too well, and it wasn't easy. Being a grandparent has given me a whole new perspective on what is truly important. I am soooo enjoying nurturing again. Once a mother, always a mother, and I also treat my cats like my babies. Speaking of which, I got some cute pix of them in my sewing toom the other day. I just have to share:
Pib (Pain In the Butt) wants to know if she can come into the sewing room to play, looking up at Caiti on mom's chair. "Can I join you?"
But Caiti swats at her and is not willing to share., very satisfied with her claim on my chair. Amber was elsewhere, wanting nothing to do with their silliness. These kids!