My father's parents died before I was born. My maternal grandmother was a drunk, who persecuted my inoffensive, mild-mannered grandfather with her affairs and drunkenness. He was so delighted when she died, aged 59, that he immediately bought the record player she'd always refused to allow
him, and spent the next twenty years blasting out James Last and tripping the light fantastic.
When I was young, few women worked outside the home, one-parent families were rare and childcare wasn't an issue. These days, many grandparents seem to be saddled with raising a second family. I have several friends whose grandparent role involves taking their grandchildren to school, collecting them and entertaining them until their parents return from work, plus looking after them full time during school holidays. I've no idea how their children would manage without them.
My heavens. Your mother was in training to be drunk from an early age, I guess.
Wow...those grandparents really help out. We were support, but she raised her daughter. What a mother. I don't think she ever missed a ball game or swim meet. Didn't matter how tired she was.
You and I turned out to be fine women without the benefit of fine grandparents :))