I could give you a long list of things that I have forgotten in my car. I have forgotten my purse, my phone, my charger and my vaping pen. I am irresponsible leaving these things in my car. Luckily for me, it wasn’t my grandchild, but it could have been. A quiet baby, I’m a new grandma, I’m checking out hot guys online, I can see me making a mistake. What if I made that mistake? I’ve left my purse on the top of my car and drove off!
I’m truly scared. What if I forget, what if I’m not thinking, what if I’m stoned? What if?
I want to be an awesome grandma, but I’m afraid, I would hate to have to call one of my kids and tell them something happened to their child. I am horribly saddened by the news stories lately regarding grandparents and accidents with their grandkids. I don’t ever want to look at my child and tell him it’s my fault his child is dead, my fault, child is dead. Absolutely no way, this freezes my blood.
The lesson here is that I am being held responsible for someone more important than myself, I have to remember the babies in the back seat, just because they are sleeping, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
Oh, I will make a pretty sexy grandma, I do admit.