Family
Stepped Out
I think I am a good parent and step-parent… I’m not sure what happened this past weekend, but I was in no mood to deal with the antics of step-children or The Man.
Normally it isn’t such a big deal to cook every meal, clean up every meal, follow and pick up the trail that #4 (13) leaves behind, do the laundry etc etc. But for some reason all of it royally pissed me off this weekend. ( I tried talking to The Man about the messes and needing help from everyone so our home didn’t look like a pig sty, but it all just fell on deaf ears.)
While we were watching TV, #4 started making noises with her mouth…I asked her to stop…the noises got louder…I asked her stop again…she continued…I finally raised my voice—she left the room and The Man scolded me for yelling.
I caught #4 playing with matches, I told her no. I caught her playing with the fireplace, I told her no. I caught her playing with a lighter and I told her no….The Man just laughed….
The not picking up after herself, the constant noise making, the rude and inappropriate comments #3 made, went on ALL weekend long and as the weekend progressed, my patience for everyone became thinner and thinner… It was almost like she was intentionally pushing my buttons.
#2 (19) left his clothes in the dryer, so I put them on his bed. The next morning when I went into his room, they were laying all over the floor. His room was a disaster, the brand new carpet has some kind of greasy stains on them, and none of his chores had been done.
THEN…..
Sunday she wanted to get up on the roof to help her dad and asked #3 to go with her. #3 said no and then #4 stormed out making sure to slam the door behind her. (#4 was already mad, because #3 left for a few hours to go hang out with a friend)
About 10 minutes later #4 and The Man came in the house and started to tease #3 about being too scared to go on the roof. Needless to say, I was set off into a new realm of irritation.
You know it’s not like my bio-kids are saints or anything; I will call them on their crap faster then anyone, but I am allowed to….And this is where the problem lies. To him, #4 can do nothing wrong and since he only sees her every other weekend, he guilty parents her and lets her get away with everything.
I am so irritated with The Man right now, I could spit nails.
Who’s The Man?
What does The Man do when he hits his finger with a hammer? He deals with it until I get home from work and then he pokes said nail with a red hot paperclip to release the pressure. Omg Soooooo very gross!
How Do You…What?
On our way to look at wedding dresses with #1, #3 (15) asked, “How to you get Peggy from Margaret? How to you get Bobby from Robert? How do you get Dick from Richard?”
Before I could say a word, she said, “You have to ask nicely.”
Good Lord child completely inappropriate, but incredibly funny! Kudos
Evil Step-Moms Are Always Wrong
Last night #2 (19) came home from work in a not so good mood. He grumbled before dinner and at just about everyone. After dinner we were sitting on the couch and he asked me when Thanksgiving was to which I replied, “A week from Thursday.”
He said, “No, it’s this Thursday.”
“No…it’s not. It’s a week from Thursday.”
“Nooooo, it’s this Thursday.”
By this time I am starting to get irritated, If YOU are already know, then WHY do you even ask? “No #2 it is a week from this Thursday.”
“Is it the third Thursday of the month?”
OMG.
The Man chimed in, “It’s the last Thursday of the month.”
#2, “Oh ok.”
Conversation over.
Seriously if I told #2 that the sky was blue, he would argue with me until he was blue in the face!
Hashtag, Pound, Number Sign, Yo
Last night The Man walked into the bedroom where I was reading and said, “Do you know what a hashtag is?”
“Yes, it’s the pound sign,” I replied, and looked up when I heard #2 laughing in the other room.
“Well, I just found out what it was and it’s stupid to call it a hashtag. Why don’t they call it the number sign or pound sign or whatever it was before.”
“I don’t know honey, but I think it’s really funny that you didn’t know.”
“Whatever!” he grumbled and laid down in bed. “Hastag, number sign, pound, stupid ass sayings.”
OK then.
Turkey Creek and Cleator, Arizona
Every now and again, The Man and I get a no kid weekend. So what do adults do when they don’t have any kids? We go play in the dirt, what else?
Any Questions?
For me it’s more like this is your brain… this is your brain with 4 kids, a full time job, part time college, a significant other, co-workers, deal lines, homework, chores, car pool, laundry, dishes, dinner….I could keep going and going. 🙂 No wonder I fell asleep at 7 pm last night!
Family Braid 
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