Okay, before you thrash me or try to harm me in any way to no end, let me give you the true definition of your FIBS instead of calling you flat out liars:
Fib – /fib/ – noun – 1. a lie, typically an unimportant one.synonyms: lie, untruth, falsehood, made-up story, invention, fabrication, deception, (piece of) fiction verb – 1. tell an unimportant lie. synonyms: lie, untruth, falsehood, made-up story, invention, fabrication, deception, (piece of) fiction
Now that we have gotten that out of the way Grandparents, let me explain why you are fibbers. I was so fortunate to have all my Grandparents. I spent most of my quality childhood time with my Nana and GuyGuy (this name was made up by my two older brothers when they were little because they tried to say his real name which was Gomanz and the best they could come up with is GuyGuy). I am not sure if this is the way you are supposed to spell it but I didn’t want anyone to get confused if I spelled it GiGi.
Anyhoo, as I was saying about the fibbing grandma’s and grandpa’s. In my experience, you made it look sooooooo darn easy. I mean, my Nana woke up at a certain time, fixed breakfast, lunch and dinner effortlessly and tasty I might add. We kids had our roles, what we could do—-what we could not do—and…… the consequences which were good bad or indifferent. I even got snacks and dessert. My reiteration still stand—-effortless effort I say and now that I am a NaNa…..ummmmmm not so effortless.
Why am I exhausted, why does it seem harder, why am exhausted (oh I said that already). Did the rules change? Am I just old as dirt? Why isn’t this effortless, oh right, grandparents are big fat liar liar pants on fire! You should have told us the truth and nothing but the truth. It was your job to make us not see you as having capes. I had an imaginary cape but completely stomped it out in a blazing fire once both of my grandsons first week hit.
My back story is that I got 2 grandsons for the price of the one I prayed to the most high for. Presently, my first grandson was a preemie and was in the hospital for 5 months, but he is out and now he is 6 and a half months. Let me just say, preemie baby rules are thrown completely out of the window. Kyrie is now thriving and extremely happy and I still am going stir crazy.
My next grandson, Santana is nothing short of amazing as well. He is 6 months today and although I am stir crazy, wild hair that most times has slobber in it, been peed on and thrown up on, I am having a blast!
P.S. Grandparents, I still blame you for your fibbing ways, #getittogether #stopthelies
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a.k.a. Millie Holmes
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