Thought’s on recent experiences… Several weeks with all three grand girls.
I like to think of myself as being rational and logical, even though I enjoy moments (perhaps too many) of carefree falderal where "who cares" levity prevails in the pursuit of shear emotional "just for the fun of it" smiles, joy, and all around happiness. I have come to the conclusion, much to my dismay, that the grand girls are certainty not logical or rational in any way, but enjoy being emotional, jealous, dramatic, confrontational, argumentative (mostly with each other), and exhibit swings in attitude when they are confronted with the terrible realization that they can not always get their way. The phrase "that does not compute" seems to consume my every conclusion as I ask myself the question "why" they are acting this way. It's kinda like trying to figure out the emotions of woman (but I won't jump in to this subject). CONCLUSION: It is was it is... There's nothing to understand.. Nothing to do about it... Just let it go! (the same as with women). And enjoy the moments when all is well in the world of the Grand girls. The end. PS: Still love them dearly and enjoy being with them. Big hugs. Now... Where's the chocolate?... It makes everything instantly better. Or... Bacon would be nice too!
The three girls are just over one year apart in age… I’m told that this is the root of all problems along with them all being girls. Boys wouldn’t necessarily have this problem once they beat the crap out of one another and arrive at a pecking order… and establish which one is the alpha, and the others fall in line. There’s seems to be no emotional ups and downs with boys… no hate you, love you among boys… just the fear factor… keeps everything on a even keel. Girls seem to thrive on the emotional roller coaster … love, hate, fight, make up, repeat once every hour for ten to fifteen minutes, for dramatic effect. Just keep the sharp things out of reach.
As you get older, knowledge and wisdom increase, or at least I hope so. Just like the old saying… fix what you can fix, and forget about the rest, and the wisdom to know the difference. I’m learning. It is what it is… walk away and hide in the man cave for a while. No Cave? … bathroom with locked door will do to.
Just had a thought a few seconds ago…. oops… gone. That’s the down side of getting older. Ya may have the wisdom to better deal with it, if only you could remember what it was.
One last observation… One by themselves is an angel, most of the time. Two together is mostly good but sometimes touchy. All three together is like mixing three chemicals that are singularity safe, BUT together become explosive with the slightest spark. So, what to do with all three are together? < MAN CAVE >. And let mom and mom-mom deal with it. See, there’s always a logical solution.
Picture of fun, sweetness, and innocence.
Oh yeah, Ice cream helps too.
