Stinky week

I spent three hours at my parent's house for my mom's birthday. My mom is the kindest, hardest working person I know. There were a lot of people there and a lot of yummy chocolate cake. My dad did a great job of organizing it and making mashed potatoes with a ricer. 

It's been a rough week. My aide at work has a daughter in the Phillipines--the poor girl rode out the typhoon barely surviving on a roof. My kids are falling apart at the prospect of having both a stepmom AND a stepdad in December. I'm falling apart wondering how I'm going to survive another month alone here and how many more mice incidents I have to clean up during that time. I know I should write them down but I'm too tired right now.

Stephen drove me around in his new toy. He's worried that his wife will be too sick to go the Michael Buble concert that they have 4th row seats for, special company seats. I tried to feel bad. I talked to Mason about step families and the impact it has on kids. After talking with both of them, I came to the conclusion that things are hard sometimes and it doesn't mean we're doing things wrong, it just means life is hard sometimes. 

My kids are crying and fighting a lot. Leah is incredibly disrespectful and full of anxiety. They feel like they're being replaced and they're scared to have a man living with us in a few weeks. I keep having the same thought regarding my kids and trials. It's one that I started having when I was deciding to go through with the divorce. I can't jump in and stop hard things from happening to them, but I can give them tools and teach them how to deal with the hard things. 

Also, my pants feel tight.


Comments

Megan said…
Oh, Carrie! I can't imagine how difficult this must be. When my mom got remarried, I was 24 years old and it sent me into an emotional upheaval. But looking back, I am so grateful for my step-dad. I can't imagine our lives without him! Your girls will feel that way too someday. Just know that even when you don't feel like it, you are an amazing mom.
November 18, 2013 at 4:53 AM
Mari said…
The tools to help them succeed are so valuable. Just heard someone speak on that today. You are a fabulous mom!
November 19, 2013 at 9:31 PM
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