This is why I cringe when people look at me with a suspicious eye roll when they hear I am a stepmom. Only a stepmom. It must be so easy to only be a stepmom. Oh yes. Bonbons and fancy wines. What I want to say is, “You think you have emotional fallout? Try life as a stepmom. So easy.”
Between Zack getting his driver’s license, a lifeguard certification, a real summer job.... WHY IS THIS CHILD TESTING ME??
#Uvalde If we are not going to address the actual problem - maybe we could at least update our response. Then we could at least feel like something was changing.
Parenting is hard. Why do we do this? No, really. I mean, I know the Hallmark answer...but, really, why?
Being a stepmom is a choice, not the fulfillment of a childhood dream.
We aren't paying for college. We have never had "cover all costs for higher education" on our list of must-dos. We aren't interested in borrowing from our own future to fund our children's (adult) present.
All ready to vacation...and, wait, the kids are sick? Like, REALLY sick? FML.
It’s always about this time, during the Lenten season, that I start checking the calendar for an end date. Is it over yet? Am I done? You’d think I was an actual Catholic.
If you’d asked me eight years ago how I’d react to hearing that our kids’ (bio)mom was moving out of state, I’d probably have answered with something along the lines of, “oh, thank you six pound baby Jesus.” But that was then.
Kids are a bit of a relational buzzkill. No, it's fine. We can all admit it.
