I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my life. My brother and sister-in-law deposited their three children on my doorstep last Friday. Grinning ear to ear, they promptly departed, and didn’t return to pick up their darlings until this past Tuesday afternoon.
I’m totally wiped. I’m completely beat. And I bow to any Mom with more than two children in their custody, especially if they are rambunctious adolescent boys.
That said, I do declare I love being an Auntie. To me, being an Auntie must be like being a grandparent.
I get to spoil them with treats and delight in their mischief, then happily hand them over to their parents at day’s end. Now that I enjoy.
There’s a local novelty sweet shop they beg me to visit. Call me irresponsible, but I indulge them.
There they buy very boyish treats like monster gummy snakes. I marvel how they possibly digest them, even if snacked on over the course of a weekend.
My nephews live for harmless pranks to play on obliging older cousins.
I know, it’s shocking, shameful, and disgusting.
I’d pay anything for just an ounce of their energy.
We picnicked with my Mom at a favorite
See how my nephews look adoringly into my eyes, idolizing me for my coolness.
I make them repeat over and over how I’m their most favorite Aunt.
They totally love me.
And the feeling is mutual.