Typical day in the life of a stepmom
I recently had a very typical day of STEPKID BS that was almost comical. I thought you guys would appreciate the inane-ness of it all, so here goes...
Skids dropped by to spend a week at our house - the beginning of their summer custody schedule. They couldn't be bothered to remember Fathers' day, even though their dad reminded them the day before, so they show up 2 days later. I wake up the next day to a kitchen sink full of dirty dishes and a sticky countertop - they made cupcakes for Daddy! The kitchen was spotless when i went to bed. They layed out the cupcakes (with gummy candy on top) on a towel on our stovetop, so I had to move all 18 of them so I could turn on the stove and make breakfast. Some fell on the floor. I picked them up and put them back. LOL. DH won't eat them, he will stick them in the trash underneath something so they don't see. He doesn't like sugary stuff - never has, never will. They know this.
I notice that the trash can is overflowing and smelly now. The recycling bin is overflowing onto the floor with cake boxes and popcorn boxes and whatever else they munched on after they picked over the nice dinner we made. The floor is sticky, although I just mopped it.I wonder if its worth the drama to leave a note that they take out the trash and recycling? Nope. DH will do it for them before they wake up at noon.
I get a call at work from DH. He mentions loudly that "SD16 DEEP CLEANED the kitchen!" I can tell by his voice that SD is listening. I say "That's great!" I go home and check the recycling and the trash.... still overflowing. I check the floor - still sticky. But....lo and behold, OCD SD16 wiped down the counters. The sink is still not scrubbed, but I will take what I can get. Deep cleaned? Not at all. Just the minimum she could do and brag about. I get to work taking out the trash, etc before I can start dinner. Both skids 16 and 18 are laying out with blankies and water bottles and snacks on my couch, taking up the entire sectional.
I take my dinner outside and eat on the patio in the sun, so I don't have to smell their bad breath and body odor or listen to them insist we need nicer patio furniture. SD18 has permanent stinkface now that she has to work part time - her attitude is best described as "barely restrained hostility."
After 2 days the skids take off. Their dad calls to ask where they are, if they will be home for dinner. They say they have decided to spend the rest of our week at biomoms, because its "BORING" over at our house and they are getting ready to go to the beach for the weekend. DH looks slightly disappointed but that leaves us a peaceful night and we decide to um...make a little whoopee. Just as we are getting into it, the phone rings. SD16 is at the mall nearby and needs to come by and pick up some clothes that she left at our house. Oh, and she might just stay with us tonight. DH says ok, when are you coming. Oh, she is here right now?. Ok. He gets out of bed to answer the door. I roll over and go to sleep. So much for whoopee.
I call the therapist office to set up a new family appointment, since DH was supposed to resolve the billing issue and balance owed from last time. (Also, SD18 completed week one of her job and the pressure is building, so we can predict that week 2 will be when she has her blow out and quits, and then the sh** hits the fan for us if we dare talk to her during dinner. )
The therapy office treatsme like I have the plague, and insist they can't set up an appointment or speak to me. I think, that is wierd, because at the old therapy office I was the one who set the appoinments and they were always very nice. Our therapist moved to a new office and now suddenly they won't call me back or speak to me. I find out from DH that he "had words" with them and the issue was not resolved. I tell him to get it resolved asap, so I can make an appointment. I email them or call them daily and get the runaround. They say they can't talk to me to resolve billing unless DH fills out a permission form. This is not HIPAA, I am not asking about the therapy session that I was present for, I literally just want to PAY them. No deal. So, I am back to waiting on DH and wondering what happened. Is it any wonder I feel tired all the time?