One night in Cornwall

The Lizard peninsula

One night away, at least five different adults to inform about said night away – two teachers, the office manager at the kids’ school, Put Upon Friend who’s having them for the night and Other Friend who’s picking one up and taking her to Put Upon Friend’s house at a convenient time, after dragging our dear daughter along to watch her own daughter doing tap.

All because we live nowhere near our parents.

But then, even if we did live near them, they’d still be unavailable.

We have three lots of grandparents in our family – owing to divorce and re-marriage on my side – but was one of them available to look after our kids so we could attend this Big overnight birthday party in Cornwall?

No siree.

One of the grannies had eight kids of her own, followed by 15 grandchildren, and won’t have us to stay the night any more. She says she’s done her bit and is too old to cope.

Another set of grandparents is on a cruise up the Amazon for five weeks.

The other lot are basking in Spanish sunshine – for the entire Easter holidays.

So the wonderful Put Upon Friend has had our two, on a school night, when her kids don’t even go to the same school as ours.

No willing, white-haired, knit-one purl-one grannies for us.

A sign of the times, I fear.

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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