Step-family Talk

Yesterday started out to be a normal day with only a few things to do. And then with one unplanned event the whole day took a giant nosedive and suddenly my not so awful week has become packed with stuff. I’ve got nearly as much to do this week as I had last week and basically one less day to do it in since I’ve got to spend most of Friday in the car picking up the kids. I just pray that Love’s ex doesn’t change around the pickup time on me. That seems to be a favorite habit of hers. I think she just likes to see if she can get me riled up. Which she does. But I never let her know that. Would give her way too much satisfaction.

So today I have just a few hours this morning where I don’t have something scheduled. The rest of the week is mostly packed with crap that needs doing. What I really need around here is an errand runner and a maid. That would be lovely. Of course you have to have money to have employees and sadly I have nothing but a shortage of that around this joint. I guess I should just feel lucky that I got a break over the weekend to sort of prepare me for the coming week.

Last week was just ridiculously busy. There wasn’t a single day or night that we didn’t have something going on. Family functions, ball games, doctors appointments, etc, etc, etc. It was great and awful. I hate weeks where you don’t even feel like you have a chance to breath. So the weekend of nothingness was literally the best few days I’ve had in a long long while. I got to sleep in a bit on Saturday and sort of refresh myself and we lounged around a good part of the night watching movies and enjoying the lack of kids.

Which I know sounds mean and awful. But believe me I need an occasional break.

This week unfortunately looks like it will be just as busy as the last one. We’ve got haircut appointments, work related stuff, family stuff, ball games, stuff for the kids school. UGH UGH UGH. I’m a tired old woman and I need a lot more rest and relaxation than I’ve been getting of late. I wish that I’d clean out an old closet and find a genie in a magic lamp who would grant me three wishes. The first would be to be insanely wealthy so I could relax and pay off everyone I owe and help out family members who could use the money as well. After that I’d just want a few minutes of peace and quiet a day.

Not too much to ask, right, LOL.

We have had kids (either mine or his) every weekend for the last three or four months and let me tell you…It sucks. I know I shouldn’t complain as most people have their kids all the dang time but we are still newlyweds, well sort of. Anyway we’d gotten quite used to having a ton of kids one weekend and then NO KIDS the next. Leaving us with a bit of time all for ourselves and it was lovely. Really lovely.

So Love has decided in an effort to get our weekends back on track he is not going to take his kids this weekend and arrange with his ex wife to take them next weekend so we can get back on schedule. I’m not really certain how this will work out since there are many times when she would rather do anything than what we ask her to do, but lately she has been a bit more accomidating so fingers crossed she will allow us to switch weekends to get things back on track. Since she kept them two in a row which is what threw us off in the first place.

So hopefully we will have a child free weekend. I do so need to relax a bit, maybe even sleep in for a little while on Saturday and try to regain my bearings and get a bit of my lost patience back.

I should have stayed in bed this morning. I knew when I got up that I should go back to bed. I drank my morning Pepsi and I did a bit of writing but the comfy pillows and sheets were screaming my name. Begging me to come back and warm them again.

However, I stayed awake. This was my first mistake of the morning.

My oldest son woke up and apparently thought to himself…”What can I do to make Mom feel like she is losing her mind today?”

And then he proceeded to do just that. He is disagreeable about absolutely everything. It took us nearly an hour to get through TWO PAGES of math problems. Not even very difficult math problems. He wanted me just to hand him the answer on a silver platter and hello that won’t teach him anything so I made him figure them out. Mostly because I knew he could.

Then he complained about my plans for tonight and “why do we have to do that” and “why can’t we do this instead” and OH MY HELL STOP IT RIGHT NOW JUST STOP IT BEFORE YOUR MOTHER EXPLODES!!!!!

I’m not sure why some days he seems to take such joy in doing and saying things he knows will upset and irritate me. Honestly he is so much like his father somedays I just want to cry.

It seems appropriate that I take this first post as an opportunity to introduce myself. I’m Kim. *waves*

My parents divorced when I was five and I grew up with a string of stepdads (some awful, some so-so, one fantastic) and thankfully one wonderful stepmom (not that I always thought so). I married young. Too young. And had three amazing sons, who are currently eight, five, and four. After eight years of marriage I filed for divorce.

The divorce was hard on my boys but before I knew it we were all adjusting nicely to our new lives and then in stepped the love of my life. Honestly I know how corny that sounds (seriously even to me) but it is actually very true. He asked me to marry him and I jumped, knowing it would be a long road. A road filled with ‘your kids’, ‘my kids’, ‘your ex’, and ‘my ex’. Not an easy road, but one covered in pot holes and soft, gravel-filled edges.

Regardless it is the road we are on. And I’m a happy driver, bumping along at warp speed.