Bubby and Mac had the privilege of going to California last week. They saw the ocean for the first time, frolicking on the beach and splashing in the waves.

They visited Disneyland for the first time, experiencing the thrills and chills of one of the happiest places on earth. They rode rides at the recently opened Cars Land.

I'm so jealous.

I'm not jealous because I want to have fun in the sun or meet up with Lightning McQueen and the gang in Radiator Springs. I'm jealous because it was the other grandparents who treated my grandsons to the grand weekend trip.

I know, I know, I know: That's not right.

But that's real.

Believe me, I wish I didn't feel that way.

I wish I didn't look at the pictures Megan posted on Facebook—and graciously granted me permission to use—through the green-tinged lens of a jealous grandma.

I don't want to be jealous. At all. Bubby and Mac had the time of their lives, and I'm ever so happy for that, for them. I'm ever so happy the other grandparents are able and willing to do things Jim and I can't.

Yet, I'm jealous.

That doesn't mean, though, that I wish the trip wouldn't have happened. Or that it would have been a bust, that the good times hadn't rolled for one and all. I truly don't begrudge the boys, their parents, their other grandparents the delightful trip, filled with new thrills and chills and colorful fun beyond compare.

Being jealous also doesn't mean I gloated over the not-so delightful parts of their trip. The forgotten sunscreen and the subsequent burned grandbabies. Or the terrifying moments for Bubby when he rode a thrill ride with heart-pounding thrills he's not yet ready for.

Or the equally terrifying moments for Mac when he came face-to-face with the silly-but-oh-so-scary-to-a-one-year-old Sully.

I didn't and don't gloat over such things. I don't want my grandsons to experience pain or terror. Ever. I want nothing but good times, delightful times for them. And I'm genuinely thankful and appreciative their other grandparents—who are good and kind and loving people—help provide rich, exciting, interesting experiences for our mutual grandchildren, so the boys will lead rich, exciting, interesting lives.

That's what I want for the boys. Always. Without a doubt.

Still, I'm jealous.

That doesn't make me bad.

That makes me human.

Today's question:

When were you last jealous of the other grandparents—or your child's in-laws, if you're not a grandparent?

Contrary to the title of today's post, I have blue eyes. But today my eyes are tinged with green.

Well, they're more than tinged; I'd say they're pretty much glow-in-the-dark, iridescent, color-of-a-leprechaun's-hat green.

More specifically, my eyes are green with envy.

Why the drama? Because Bubby's paternal grandma and grandpa get to see him. Again. In less than a week. And they just saw him less than a month ago. And they get to spend seven days in the desert with Bubby and his mom and dad. And they will be back for more with Bubby in July.

And I want that to be me!

Wah, wah, wah! Yeah, grandmas can still be big ol' cry-baby green-eyed monsters. And today that's most certainly what I am.

I'm not so much worried that Bubby will love his other grandma more than he loves me; it's more that I worry he'll remember her more because he's had these huge chunks of time with her and all he's gotten with me lately are bits of Skyping here and there.

Bubby's "other" grandparents are long-distance grandparents, too, but they're educators, which means they have summers free to spend a week with their grandchild whenever they please. Jim and I, on the other hand, will get just three days in June ... and getting those three days was a bit of a challenge because Jim has a new job and no vacation days.

Yes, I should be happy with even those three days. Yes, I should rejoice that I get to see Bubby at all. Yes, I should be pleased as punch that I can Skype and that Megan and I talk on the phone every single day and I get to hear Bubby chattering in the background or I listen closely and respond accordingly as he shares a few select words with me when Mom hands him the phone.

I am thankful for all those things.

But today I just want to complain.

And see the world through green-colored glasses.

Now if you'll please excuse me, I need to go use the Visine. The red in my eyes from crying mixed with the green of jealousy makes for a very unattractive look.

Today's question:

Who are you jealous or envious of today?