When I was 2 and my younger sister was born in 1952, my Grandma would come to our house (a journey involving 3 different buses), take me back to her house where I would stay the night with her & my uncle & aunt who lived there.
I had the most wonderful time at Grandma’s. We played games including Lost at the Fair (my favourite book) ‘Going to Pretend Blackpool’ which involved sitting on the stairs pretending we were on the bus, and sometimes actually going to Blackpool on a real bus. I was allowed to play the piano, look at Grandma’s books, water the geraniums, and sometimes we went to Lewis’s in Manchester where Grandma would buy me a chunk of marzipan. Sometimes we went to Alexandra Park in Moss Side to feed the ducks.
Meanwhile Mum would be having precious time with my little sister.
70 years later these vivid memories of my Grandma live on in my mind.
Nanasoo unless you really need a rest and the time to yourself, don’t deprive your little GC of this time with you, or your DiL the time with the new little one.