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For those of you that don’t know me, I am Jen and I blog at wwwe.muminthemadhouse.com about life with my family and all that jazz, however, I cannot blog about one major part of my life in The Mad House, my own blog as my inlaws (or the outlaws as we call them) read it.
What is wrong with my children? Do they not meet your standards? Are they too noisy, too full of energy, too rambunctious for you?
Is there a reason why even after us moving 250 miles to be nearer to you that you chose not to spend time with your grandchildren?
Oh wait, that isn’t exactly true is it, I should say why you chose not to spend time with my children, not your grandchildren, as you have your other grandchild to visit all the time.
Can you not see just how hard it is for us, we have asked for help, only to be told that you are too busy or have plans. I wouldn’t mind if that was actually the case, but the plans are things that can change like washing the windows or washing the car (which has sat in the garage all week)!
You were aware I was going in to hospital, but you didn’t offer to help, or even ring to check I was OK and MadDad had to ring you and ask, nay beg for you to look after the boys one evening whilst he visited and even then it was too hard for you to collect them or even feed them.
This used to make me so angry, but lately it just makes me so, so sad. Sad for my children, who no longer have Grandparents on my side of the family and sad for you. You are the ones losing out on knowing two lovely, clever, excitable and joyous little boys.
You know I have come to understand that there is nothing wrong with my children, no, the fault lies firmly with you. You are the ones with the issues, not me and certainly not my 5 and 6 year old boys, who haven’t done a thing wrong, apart from being themselves.
It is your loss, not ours.