Grandma is in town working, so son and daughter-in-love got a rare opportunity to leave the littles at home and go on a date night tonight.
I love my grand littles. They are sweet, cuddly, and have more energy than a titanium spring.
But grandma kept them busy.
We played with cars
We played with dolls
We played with Slime
We didn’t even turn on the television
Everything was going swell.
The smallest little stealth bomber, AKA Houdini decided to let the dogs out the front door
with no shoes on
in the dark
and take a stroll in the front yard
enter bad grandma
with a frantic adrenaline rush
running out the front door
in the mud
to rescue little stealth bomber
AKA Houdini – from the front yard
his feet slathered in mud
and what smelled like
Score: Houdini 1: Bad Grandma 0
After feet are successfully cleaned (ick), rear end swatted (Houdini didn’t even cry- easy there), and time-out on the couch (because that’s what they do these days). Houdini was pretty mad at Bad Grandma.
That’s when the phone call came.
You know the one.
From the overprotective son AKA papa bear. “Hey mom, is everything going okay?” Me, “Sure, why?” Papa Bear, “Just wondering.”
Until papa bear and daughter-in-❤️ got home and I got to review the Ring Doorbell footage.
Score: Houdini: 1 Bad Grandma: -2 Ring Doorbell: A date with wire cutters
But Houdini and I made up
We got some laughs from papa bear’s overly dramatic Ring Doorbell reveal. Papa bear and Daughter-in-❤️ had dinner entertainment, everyone is still alive, and bad grandma not only had a blast with her grand littles, but also a brief reprieve from grief.
Final Score- Bad grandma: Blessed
183 XO Lisa