What happened to the village I was promised before I had kids? What happened to all the grandparents who promised to chip in when we were sick, overwhelmed, or needed a break? It seems like when the going got tough, every single one of them disappeared on me. I hate to whine, or act like our parents have some sort of responsibility to our children, but like a part of me feels like they do. I remember spending not just a 1-2 weekends a month at my grandparents, but entire summers. 2.5 whole months of being flown to another state so my mom could get a break, but now that I have children, I'm lucky to have one weekend day.
Something has to give. I just need a day of silence. |