I used to spend a week each summer with each of my grandmothers. Looooved it. (Started when I was only 6 years old) My mom? When I told her I was pregnant her instant response? "Don't expect me to watch them, I raised my family". OMG. Thanks mom, I'll raise mine differently than I raised yours for you. Sheesh. And she didn't. She watched them exactly 2 times. BOTH times I was in the hospital having the next one. And the only reason she did that was because my MIL was 6 miles in the opposite direction from the hospital and she was right across the road. And then she complained that I woke her up in the middle of the night. Sorry, mom, but that's when I went into labor....not really in my control, ya know.
(And she didn't raise her own children....I did. From the age of 6 it was deemed I was old enough to fix breakfast. Oatmeal was cheapest, so there I was over the gas stove, on a chair, cooking oatmeal so we could eat breakfast before school. Family laundry at age 10. Canning veggies at age 11. Fixing Dinner at age 12. And I don't mean once in a while, I mean ALL THE TIME. But, since her head injury, she can't remember a single thing from when she raised us kids. I wonder why. LOL. The only thing she can remember is putting all the puzzles we dumped on the floor every day together each night. Ahh, mom? Don't put the puzzles where we can reach them then. Oh, but then you would have had to pay some attention to us and get us down a puzzle when we wanted one. Got it)