So yesterday SS had DH pick him up to come "clean" his old bedroom (the one he lost when he got kicked OUT by DH one month ago, as detailed in my prior blogs). I was in the kitchen & got a lukewarm "Hey StepUltimate" before SS went into his old room. Based on the vibe, I quickly turned on some AC/DC "For Those About To Rock" and cranked it up enough so I wouldn't hear the b.s. DH went in and a minute later, and they both came out. "Going driving already?" I asked, but DH said SS wanted to be taken back to BM's house. Okay...
It has been such a long time since I've posted anything about HCBM, but as HCBM's usually go, it never lasts, does it?
This time it's about trying to control how we parent skids when they are with us - specifically in the areas of diet and exercise - I'm sorry, I almost choked on those words, because.... THIS coming from a 350 lb.+ pill head HCBM just seems so crazy that I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it.
It's been a while since I've discussed skids here, so for background info: