My Grandkids are Being Held Hostage!

My three grandchildren and their parents are being held hostage against their will. They have very little food and no toys or books. The sleeping arrangements are less than desirable. I am very concerned for their welfare, but I cannot do one thing to help because they are hundreds of miles away.

All of them are stuck in a little hotel room with nowhere to go for the entire week. And to top it all off, their van gave up the ghost right after they got there. Hopefully it won’t be long until they are finally able to escape, and move into the home they are buying near their new Army post.

My son is in the Army full time and just got transferred. Since they have another child coming in July and they homeschool their children, they needed four bedrooms instead of the three available in on post housing. Buying was no more expensive than renting, so it was a good option. Now it is just a matter of waiting for that to happen.

And just who is holding them hostage? The inspector for the VA loan.  Apparently he is being so picky that they cannot close and move in. He told the sellers they had to replace some window screens because they had little holes in them. The sellers didn’t even know there were holes or which ones he wanted changed. And have you ever tried to get ahold of an inspector? Impossible.

So goes the military. Hurry up and wait.

          

                     

My daughter-in-law once likened having their kids talk to us over Skype to trying to control a circus in a broom closet. And that was only for a few minutes. I can’t imagine trying to contain three rambunctious children in a single room for an entire week.

Unfortunately, this was an unforeseen situation so all the  means of entertaining my grandkids were already packed and loaded before they found out. Nothing to play with. Nothing to read. No electronics. Even swimming suits were buried in the bottom of who knows what box.

So while Daddy is at work, Mommy and the kids get to pick their noses and stare at the walls. Thank goodness there is an indoor playplace at a fast food joint nearby.

How long can you stay at those places without buying anything before they kick you out?

            

                    

This too shall pass, and one day it will be one of those funny stories they laugh about. But for now they just have to tough it out. Hopefully everyone comes out the other end alive. By the way, don’t all screens have little holes in them?!