I'm a freshman in college, and if there is one thing that I am sure of (other than the fact that I hate going to Friday morning class), it is that I am a grandma and I am proud.
Here's how I knew I could call myself a grandma —
All my friends go out to parties, and I would much rather stay in, sleep, binge-watch Netflix, continue to procrastinate on homework and binge-watch Netflix some more. Mostly, I would rather sleep.
I'm not a boring person. I just don't need to go sweat in a beer-and-body-odor-infested basement for three hours surrounded by mostly creepy, drunk frat brothers to have fun.
As a sidenote, I am well-aware that not all frat brothers are creepy and drunk at every party. But, my point still stands.
Honestly, I'd much rather grab a drink with my best friends while sitting in front of the TV watching Disney movies or cuddling with my boyfriend.
I'm completely okay with being a grandma because I enjoy sleeping, and obviously, being a grandma entitles you to sleep as often as you'd like.
Also, avoiding beer-and-body-odor-infested basements is probably pretty good for my health.
And, I also have the option of doing homework. Not that I take advantage of that at this time, but I sure as hell enjoy having the option.
All I'm saying is that it's OK to be a grandma. It is OK to not want to go out. It is OK to just have you time and to want to sleep a lot. I love being a grandma. But honestly, who wouldn't?





















