Holy motherfucking shit, I am all alone.
Now I don't want you think that we are BFF's or anything, because god knows we're not. She's kind of a terrible mother, she's a self-righteous hypocrite, a kook to bat and she's still pretty convinced that I went and got myself all knocked up just to trap her poor, innocent, virginal son. As a matter of fact, she was fairly keen on me at one point. She used to have tea with me and she even came into my bar a few times...until our first little surprise came along.
But, she is quite the gramma. She takes these kids to the museums, to the aquariums, to the library, to church, all over. She has exposed my boys to so much. She knit each child a breathtakingly beautiful blanket while they were a'brewin in my tum, even though the arthritis has left a toothbrush and a tampon at her place and seems to be staying for a while. She mails them each a card on every holiday. Even St. Patrick's Day. She's nice to them, she truly loves them, and now she's gone and left them. I don't know what they will do.
For as long as we have had children, she has always lived within walking distance of us. For a few years she was literally out the back door, through the alley and across the street. This, of course, sucked for me in ways you could never fully comprehend. But every other Saturday, without fail (almost) she took those kids for a sleep over. Usually I would go to work, but I was staying at home for a while and had 2 Saturday nights a month to myself. Ahhhh. If I needed to run to the store and the boys were napping, she'd come over. If I couldn't get to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, she'd shoot by on her way home from work to get it for me. Towards the end she would take the kids for me when I reached my breaking point so I could take a walk, get some coffee and recoup. I could never count on her for more than an hour or two, but sometimes an hour or two is all a girl needs. With 3 kids, and hour or two alone is pure heaven.
My point here is, since I have had kids, she's really been the only help I've ever had. My husband, great at the bringing home of the bacon, not so great at the cooking of the bacon or the feeding of it to anyone. And, yes, I'm in Canada and yes, it would be mighty hard for her to come watch the kids for an evening for me way up here, but now that she's on another continent, I just feel abandoned. I am on my own for the next two years.
And that, my friends, is a mighty long time.