Thank the Lord for My Stepkids!!!!!!!!
So Happy!! They came home today for the next week and they have been a HUGE help in entertaining DS3. I actually put the baby down and got a nap for myself and I feel tons better. Better enough to finish the cake for DSIL's grad party tomorrow. I made a five layer round cake with cream cheese and raspberry preserves, and added a big square of foamboard on the top to make a huge graduation hat. Would've been a cute cake if I had any skill. The sides ended up all lumpy and the royal icing tassel looks strange, plus I can't write in icing very well. At least I have that broken legged kid excuse. Already got out of making a potato Salad for tomorrow, my mom's going to pick one up at the store in the morning.
DH thought it would be a help to me to buy DS3 a Gameboy and several games to keep him occupied. And it was a sweet idea, except the games (Harry Potter) are WAY to advanced for him and he wants to play it but gets soooo frustrated and every fifteen seconds it's "Mamma, will you help meeee???"
All he wants to do is watch me play it all day long. That's where my angelic step-kids come in. The are HAPPY to play the gameboy all day long. I am so glad school's almost out and they don't have any homework.
DSD9 bribed DSS6 to clean her room for five dollars. I wanted to argue with her about it on principle but then I realized I would do exactly the same thing if I trusted him to clean up MY room. He's quite organized, and quite a little opportunist, but nosy as heck, too.
And it's a good thing it got clean, because DMIL is coming on Monday and she'll be sleeping in there. Helena is getting kicked up to the top bunk. I better wash linens tomorrow or she'll be in a sleeping bag.
I think I'd better get over to the flylady thread and join in for real this time. I can feel my depression returning, especially when I'm tired, and especially when I can't see any progress being made on this house. When DD was born I was coming off of three weeks of bedrest and a two week NICU stay and the first two weeks she was home she slept all the time and I got TONS done. Now however the little chow hound keeps me glued to the sofa, with only brief breaks for food and computer check-in, I never quite get around to picking up after myself during the day, and DH either holds the baby or plays online poker all evening, which frees me up to feed everybody and do the dishes ,that's about it.
Wow, I have really been rambling. I think my days alone with the DKs are getting to me. At least Dh doesn't have to get an earful tonight as he's going to sleep.
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Just a quick vent before I sleep.......
I will vent this here, and I promise to forgive and forget and not be a b*tch to my H (notice no D today) in the morning.
I was just getting into bed with baby, when I hear DS3 crying for me. Poor baby twisted his cast up in his blankets and it was obviously hurting him. I kneeled beside him, sorta on his bed to re-adjust him ( he's HEAVY) and he rolled over on top of me to where if I move a muscle we'd both go toppling over the edge and do god knows what to his leg. I'm really in an awkward position here, BTW baby girl has been set down on the floor and starts crying.
So I holler for H to come in and help me, he's in the garage playing poker online (his obsession) but the baby monitor goes out there and I know he can hear me. I'm trying not to scream (so as not to panic him) but I do yell for help. I hear the door open and he goes "what" and I say "I really need your help up here NOW!"
"just a sec..." Door shuts. I wait. and Wait. Two uncomfortable minutes (balancing on the ball of my foot with DS's weight on my torso and a crying baby-that DH can hear- on the floor) pass. i yell "I need you here NOW" DOor opens "OK!!" One more minute passes. Just as I'm about to use some ugly words, he comes into the room, helps us get up, helps re-set DS3 and says "I have to go kill an earwig in the kitchen now."
WTF???????
"just so there's no misunderstanding," I say "I am PISSED that you took three minutes to finish playing poker and get up here when I needed your help NOW."
ANd he says..."But I had pocket Jacks and $13 commited to the pot and if I left my hand would've been folded.(pause) I won $39"
SO after I re-learn how to talk after the shock of that, I say, "so, if it had been pocket eights and five dollars you would've come? I'm sure I rank above a pair of twos but I'm not sure where your wife comes in on the hierarchy of poker hands. If you get aces and I'm having a heart attack, I'm screwed, is that what your saying?"
So he SPITS out "I said I was SORRY" like HE has a reason to be mad.
Um, no you didn't, jerk.
So now he is upstairs in bed and I am out here on the computer, freezing my *SS off. I REALLY don't want to go to bed right now, I will just lay there seething, expecting him to say something resembling an actual "I understand how you feel" apology, even though I can hear him snoring now.
OK. VENT OVER.
Oh geez
Been there, done that, had the heart attack! That straightened him out, but I wouldn't recommend it as marital therapy.
And BTW, "DH" doesn't always mean "DEAR husband." Just use your imagination for the D. 
Lynn Siprelle, Editor
I say,
Next time, scream bloody murder, scare the beejeezuz out of him, and don't worry about unduly alarming him. I'd have been tempted to hit him over the head with either the baby monitor or the computer.
______
May The Hair On Your Toes Never Fall Out
--Traditional Hobbit Blessing
LOL Lynn
I don't plan on having one anytime soon (who does, right?)
And I had fun thinking up what D could stand for
On a happy note, I did let it go (proud of myself) and am really not filing it away for future confrontations. A new way to be for me (I like to hold a grudge.)
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