Things have been absolutely insane around here lately.
Amazing too, of course. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for how incredible it is to be a grandfather. Seriously. I love those boys just as much as I love my girls. And I never thought I could love anything that much again, you know?
But they’re definitely a handful.
I mean, Jade and I managed to raise our three girls just fine on our own… But two babies at the same time? Definitely a bit more than we bargained for.
And it’d sure be nice if Mari were actually around to help more.
She went back to work as soon as she could after the boys were born. Which sounds great, in theory…
But that means the bulk of the work is falling on Jade and I. We’ve been taking turns working from home as much as we can so we can look after the babies during the day. But it’s a Hell of a lot to handle.
Gabriela’s been trying her best to help as much as she can too, as soon as she gets home from school. And even if she can’t do too much yet, she’s so good with them… It’s really nice to see, you know?
But when Mari comes home… She barely does anything, really. Hides up in her bedroom mostly… Jade and I practically have to beg to get her to come out and help. And then, as soon as the boys are asleep, she’s gone – Off going who-knows-where and doing, well… Probably doing what got her into all of this in the first place.
We’ve tried everything. We’ve cried, we’ve yelled, we’ve begged… Everything we can think of to convince her to help more. But, as always, nothing ever gets through to her. Nothing changes. And we’re both getting so tired.
Lina barely even comes over anymore. It always turns into another fight, if you can believe it. Lina’s never been quick to anger. Not like her sister is. But I guess this is really bothering her… She keeps saying we’re “babying” Mari, and that she refuses to have any part in it. Claims we’re… What was the word she used? “Enabling” her.
And yeah, maybe she has a bit of a point… But what the Hell else are we supposed to do? Drag her out of her bedroom and force her to change a diaper? Lock her in the house to keep her from going out every night? Kick her out on the streets until she gets her act together?
That’s our daughter. Those are our grandchildren.
We just can’t.
But what else can we do?