I've been waking up at 6:00 AM, after going to bed between 11:00 and 11:30. I guess I've got a lot on my mind or something. I know what it is but I don't want to blog about it. Anyhow, the point is I'm not getting enough sleep and this nonsense has got to stop.
We just had the Madre and the Pistol in town. It is so wonderful to see them play with The Kid. Best of all is seeing how much she loves them. I've always been so nervous that living so far away would make it difficult for The Kid to develope a close bond with her Grandparents. My fears seem to be unfounded and that's great.
Getting the oil changed in a car is such a simple task. Why do I hate it so. Both cars need to be serviced. What an annoyance.
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Everytime we have a set of grandparents in town, I, too, am struck by the fact that there is a special bond with the girl and the g'rents in spite of the distance. Even so, I am always guilt ridden that as a direct result of the choices we have made the kids and the g'rents can never have the familiarity and regularity that comes with having frequent contact. As it stands, it's more like "vacation means grandparents" (or perhaps "grandparents mean vacation"!) In contrast, I saw my maternal grandparents every single Friday evening for Shabbat dinner from the time I was an infant until 4th grade or so. Precious memories, but who's to say that less frequent contact means less precious memories?
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