I’m finding it hard to sit at a computer tonight as my eyes and nose are streaming from hayfever. Added to the warm temperatures, and the British home not being built to deal with anything above temperate, I have barely slept all week. This is where the sympathy should end, unless you feel bad that I was kept up by the hour long thunderstorm last night, because I didn’t have to get up to look after a child this morning.
That’s because The Feliciraptor was sleeping over at Grandma-G’s.
One of the perks of the job seems to be that your parents who just a short while ago were helping you out of the door now welcome your own offspring with open arms. I think it’s mostly because they know they can give them back, but we are lucky that we can have some weekends and nights to ourselves because people are willing to take a baby of our hands for a night.
I did think there should be a Grandparent’s day, but apparently there already is one.
Apparently it is the first Sunday after Labor day (according to Wikipedia), and this year is on September 13th but we won’t be celebrating because:
- We don’t have Labor Day in the UK so the first Sunday after never is also never.
- The proclamation was signed by Jimmy Carter, a president Nana-G is none to keen on.
Instead every day can be Grandparent’s Day, and there is only one present you will get. The greatest gift of all, yeah it’s your grandchild (not in a box). This is our way of saying thank you for looking after us, and looking after her.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Familial Feasts.”
Many countries celebrate Father’s Day and Mother’s Day. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?