I Get It Now...

When The Punk was old enough to be more delightful to have around, there were several people, all grandmothers of sorts, that wanted to take her. I was VERY willing to let her go with them. Afterall, they were the grandmothers.

My mother would get an attitude if I let The Punk go with other “grandmothers” and I never understood that jealousy. EVER. I thought it was funny and actually would egg it on just to hear my mother squawk about it. I couldn’t imagine why she would get so upset or angry about it… until now.

I called The Punk last night to ask if she needed us to watch The Baby while she visited her best friend in the hospital again. The Baby needs me you know, she’s not feeling well.

“Well, my future stepmom, ASKED that I let The Baby stay the night since she was going to watch her in the morning while I go to my appointments anyway, so she’s over there for the night.”

What? I heard wrong I’m sure.

Let me get this straight, The Punk has taken MY SICK BABY, over to SOME WOMAN’s house to spend the night and MY SICK BABY has YET to stay overnight at my house. Hmmm… I feel a bubble of anger start from my toes. I’m hurt on TOP of that. What the hell. How did THIS happen. My ex husband’s finance is watching MY baby, who is sick, and on top of it, gets to have her stay the night before I do? Oh something is wrong here!

The Punk is a trader!

Of course I am expressing my feelings with The Man who promptly makes me laugh…

“That’s IT, let’s go rescue The Baby, who does that woman think she is hogging OUR baby and she’s SICK”

So mom… I get it now, and I’m sorry.

Ok, going to go rescue my grandbaby now…