Surviving
Sometimes the weekends feel more like a matter of surviving rather than a weekend of enjoying. By Sunday night I was worn out from being ignored by kids and having to constantly reign someone in for bad behavior. So, of course, in true mean girl fashion I barked at my husband. In front of him family no less.
So when we got home we had a fight. Nothing huge but I had to try to explain that I wasn’t just frustrated at his kids but at all the kids. That it isn’t that I don’t like his kids, because I do, but I don’t like being treated like crap and that is how they have been treating me lately. The novelty of me has worn off and now they are to the ‘you aren’t my mom so instead of doing what you ask me to do I’m going to stare through you like you are a ghost’ phase.
It is much less enjoyable.

February 2nd, 2008 at 11:07 pm
Hey - where’ve you gone? Hope all is well. I noticed “Slapdash” seems to be MIA too…
March 27th, 2008 at 11:41 am
I just wanted to say “Thank God I’m not the only one who feels like the weekend just means surviving”.
April 4th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
What if you’re only surviving 50% of the time? My husband has a 50/50 split and the weeks we have his son are seriously sucking the quality of life from my day to day existence. We also have a baby together and I find it hard to enjoy my little one because I so desperately don’t want to be home when the SK is around….