My toy box is your toy box

Worth mentioning.

Whenever she had her grandkids over for the weekend, she allowed them to go in my room and drag everything out of the toybox, all over my room, and all over the house. One of them was a couple of years younger than me, and the other was about 3 years younger than me.

Guess whose job it was to clean up after them, even as a kid? Mine.

There were even a couple of times some of my toys disappeared, but I discovered later that she'd given them to her grandkids, who really were spoiled rotten.

There is an ironic element to all of this. Her son married again years later, so his precious kids got a stepmother. And she seemed to be cut out of the same cloth as my stepmother. LOL She would take their stuff away while showering her own teenage daughter with expensive clothes and stuff she wanted. She'd ground them for not making good enough grades, and take away gifts given to them by their grandmother, never to be seen again.

Absolutely hilarious part? Their stepmother acted like she adored me. She was always talking about how smart I was, and how good I was never to be greedy or demanding. Hmm. Maybe part of the reason my stepmother hated her was that she said something nice about me one too many times.