No, no. Not a real one. Whew! What a relief....
It all started innocently. My daughter wanted a small baby doll. I lodged a loud protest, about how the house is exploding with dolls already, followed with my best and heavy sarcasm and betting about how long it would take before the new doll would be buried along with 10,000 of it's cousins. Any child would wilt under these verbal assaults, but on my iron-willed one - it made no impact, whatsoever. Could have at least spared my larynx. As usual, she won the case hand-down, after pointing out how the baby doll is essential to make her life complete and cleverly putting it down under Santa's wishlist.
And, thus one more member got added to our family. Literally. Overnight, we have all become part of the doll's family. I have been promoted to a grandma (deep groan), my husband the grandpa (deeper groan) and my older one the aunt (for a change -sigh). Ok. Even then, we took it in spirit. Doesn't matter, we told ourselves. All this will be over in a week.
Well, no such luck. It's been a month and matters have gone worse. My role as a grandmother has been increasing every day now. I am supposed to feed her, rock her to sleep, change clothes. All when her mommy junior a.k.a my daughter is watching cartoons and playing with her friends. When asked, she goes, "You know, i am tired now, so can you please take care of my baby? Well, you're the grandma....." Very clear expectations from my role. You got to give it to her. No ambiguity there.
So, can you guys see what's store in future for me when i become a 'real' granny? Me, no like it. Waaaaah, i want my mommy. Right now.
It all started innocently. My daughter wanted a small baby doll. I lodged a loud protest, about how the house is exploding with dolls already, followed with my best and heavy sarcasm and betting about how long it would take before the new doll would be buried along with 10,000 of it's cousins. Any child would wilt under these verbal assaults, but on my iron-willed one - it made no impact, whatsoever. Could have at least spared my larynx. As usual, she won the case hand-down, after pointing out how the baby doll is essential to make her life complete and cleverly putting it down under Santa's wishlist.
And, thus one more member got added to our family. Literally. Overnight, we have all become part of the doll's family. I have been promoted to a grandma (deep groan), my husband the grandpa (deeper groan) and my older one the aunt (for a change -sigh). Ok. Even then, we took it in spirit. Doesn't matter, we told ourselves. All this will be over in a week.
Well, no such luck. It's been a month and matters have gone worse. My role as a grandmother has been increasing every day now. I am supposed to feed her, rock her to sleep, change clothes. All when her mommy junior a.k.a my daughter is watching cartoons and playing with her friends. When asked, she goes, "You know, i am tired now, so can you please take care of my baby? Well, you're the grandma....." Very clear expectations from my role. You got to give it to her. No ambiguity there.
So, can you guys see what's store in future for me when i become a 'real' granny? Me, no like it. Waaaaah, i want my mommy. Right now.