Yeah, you're coming down hard on her.
As evinced by the other grandmother's post, some people seem to think it's a given the grandparents are there for the purpose of babysitting.
I can't imagine that, tbh.
I love my folks. I Skype and email them all the time just to talk, to share a joke or a good recipe or a funny story.
We're not wealthy and though they are not, they fly us out there to visit them. And last time, 10 days just wasn't long enough.
I didn't have time to do stuff like cook my mom a good curry, I know how much she loves them, or bake my dad muffins in the morning because I know he enjoys them, or play chess with him, or go to Mass with my mom and then a coffee.
I just like spending time with them.
And though we get NO breaks at all, none whatsoever, we didn't spend a single night away when we were there, although they'd have taken them overnight if we'd asked.
That's not the point. The point was we were there, as a family, to visit. It was a break enough to grab the car keys and go to the supermarket on my own to get ingredients for a meal to cook for us all and pitstop for the iced lattes from the cafe I know my mother loves.
We'll be going for five weeks next time. I'll be nearly all those with the three kids and my husband has to come back to Scotland to work. I cannot abide the heat there. I really can't. I stopped living there in 1989 in large part because of the climate and it's ugly and full of a lot of bad things. But well, they're there and I'm here and this is it. Papa's too old to travel here anymore. I want him to see the children and know them. He wants that more than anything in the whole world. So suck it up.
I don't expect a single 'night off' and I don't need one, though I'm on my own with them much of the time, in an isolated area, with very little money.
It's enough just to have my folks and family around and seeing the children before one of them leaves this world for the next.
Ditto my ILs. They are too infirm to look after our children.
But we haul through to Edinburgh every other month and stay on my SIL's living room floor with 12 of us in a 3 bed, 3rd floor flat and just have the time of our lives, just to see them all. Oh, we have some times! It's not often we get to laugh so much.
The only 'break' we get is when one of us crosses the street from SILs to the 24-hour ASDA for a browse round the aisles, but we're having so much fun together!
Family works both ways.