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Any time I go to the supermarket, I see this guy's face on the front cover of the entertainment/gossip magazines.
His new GF, who is 22, comes off as a very immature person who has had everything handed to her on a silver platter (her dad's the doctor who did Kate's tummy-tuck). She's had a few run-ins with the law.
Just a little vent here off topic. My boss brought his 7 year old daughter into the office today. Cute enough kid and fairly polite but when did "babysitter" become part of my job description? She sat in my office all morning long and did arts and crafts at my desk using my office supplies. She actually said that she gets to use all the stuff because her daddy owns the company. Isn't that sweet? She also said that I didn't really work here and that only the guys (we're in construction) really worked.
Yesterday was a doozy. So I get home first and go to get a load of laundry together. I couldn't find SS12's sleeping shorts either on his bed or in the laundry basket. I look under the bed and there they are. I picked them up and *gross* they're wet. The smell reaking up from them is pee. :sick: I checked his sheets and mattress to see if he had an accident in the night and everything is clean and dry. This means that after I left yesterday morning and before he got dressed he decided to whiz all over his shorts. JOY! This is not an isolated incident.
After reading a post challenging readers to think positive, I decided to do a little investigating on what I like/love most about being a stepmom; hence, I invite all of you to mention ten things that make you happy about your stepmom situation. Some days, thinking this way is impossible; however, today is a day that positivity has entered my mind (for once) and shone a ray of light on the happy times as a stepmom.
My most favorite part of being a stepmom:
1. To hear my two SD's laugh and giggle
2. Getting hugs for no reason, and maybe a peck on the cheek.
I had to laugh because when BM got there to check in- she had to use the clerks phone to call "one of" her boyfriends to tell him how to get there- She still has "no phone" She saw me sitting there and probably felt she needed "someone" to be there too..
She is using the same pro-bono attorney she used for her middle son's case-
I know I do not post blogs, and I only reply from time to time, however this has just been annoying the crap outta me latley.
The word sorry!!
I am a bit tired of hearing it. To me the word means absolutely nothing!! The person that says it is never sorry for what they did, they are only sorry that they got caught! Of course they will never admit that. It is still equally annoying though.
Let me start out by saying that I don't want this to come off as sounding like, I have a better answer or anything, I just would like everyone's thoughts on this...
I had life-threatening asthma ever since I was a child. I was diagnosed with another chronic, uncurable condition, when I was 17. I have lost and re-grown my hair at an early age. I have been on medication for as long as I can remember. I have been on life support. I still am on medication every day, and if I miss it for more than a few days, I start to get asthma attacks, which could be fatal.
I currently find myself in an unenviable position (if there is such a word). Being of a certain age, I should be looking at retirement options in the next 15 or so years. Not going to happen. As a single mom on a poverty income, there was nothing to set aside. Then when my youngest got older, I saved for retirement, only to have it lost in the stockmarket. Now comes my marriage, and subsequent divorce from the financail disaster of H.
MIL is here with Skids. Of course they are breaking almost every rule. I know, I know.... "while the cats away" I am just irritated. Going to the gym to work of some of this frustration. My house no longer belongs to me nor do my things that I ask not to be tampered with. I suppose I should just get used to it. DH owes me for the summer schedule! I have had them two weeks already. Got one week off. Now MIL is here. Next week DH is going in late so he can drop the kids at day camp (it doesn't open til 11:00). Guess who has to pick them up? Yours truly. BM can't get there in time.
I have been a step mom for over ten years, and the judge that did the custody battle for my husband was not in his right mind. He (mind you, over ten years ago) left both parents with joint custody with no desiginated primary. My SS spends one week with us and one week with his mother, rotating. His schooling was designated to remain in the elementary school he was attending and every subsequent school thereafter. The ex decided to relocate to another county three years ago, but we kept him in the court ordered school, now this past summer we moved out of county also.