I could have used a little right speech a few minutes ago, when the mother of my foster granddaughter casually asked in an email if I was picking the child up from school today. I replied that no one had asked me or said anything, and it's only about three hours until she should be picked up. I'm old fashioned: I like to be asked far enough ahead to plan and adjust. I'm response will no doubt elicit an apology, but I am annoyed. Of course, I will pick up my granddaughter.
I understand how busy the mom is, as she is a teacher in another school district, and has a preschooler as well. I understand. But she is not understanding me at all. The truth is, I think she forgot until she got to her school this morning. I am Dependable Doting Grandmother. But sometimes I'd like her to imagine I have a life myself, and friends and appointments and I value my time. What a concept!
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