Grandma, it's always so boring at your house!"
My heart just... sank.
Every Friday, my daughter drops off Jake (7) and Emma (4). I'm their babysitter — their grandma.
I used to look forward to it. But lately? Not so much.
"Grandma, can we play tag?" Jake yelled the second he walked in.
We headed out to the backyard. I ran around with them. But ten minutes in, my knees started aching. I had to stop.
"Grandma, you're done already?" His face fell.
Inside, Emma wanted to build a blanket fort. But getting down on the floor, crawling into that cramped space? I just can't anymore.
Twenty minutes later, they were both slumped on the couch. Bored.
"Grandma, why is it always so boring here?"
That one stung.
I just stood there, out of ideas.
So I handed them the tablet.
"Just thirty minutes," I said. (Really, I was telling myself.)
They grabbed it without a word.
And there I sat, feeling terrible about it. I couldn't keep up anymore. And the tablet? It had become my only way out.