After spending the whole day with the kids yesterday (along with Sunday, Monday and Tuesday) , I thought I was going to have to leave my home just for a little sanity time, last night. I was thinking I would either go to my in-laws or to a movie by me-self but only as soon as the hubby got home.
Well it didn't happen. Instead my husband comes home not feeling so good physically and then on top of it....... he "got into it"with the man-child, teenager, boy.
"got/get into it" refers to any confrontation between two or more people. Where everyone wants to avoid hurting others but has hurt feelings of their own from a particular person whom they are in a disagreement. AND do they ever want to hurt you in that ongoing disagreement.
So my husband went to bed at about 7:00pm last night. (Did I mention that I am also PMS-ing?) I thought I would die. I couldn't do anymore kid time, without help. My irritability was rising and I just really needed to have some me time. I needed to get away and there was no place to go- Don't get me wrong cause the kids are great! But I really needed this break.
SO the youngest was on the couch watching a little TV. The second youngest was in her room. And my husband was off to la-la land. Me... I thought to meself "ok. you can do this. Everyone is busy, so you can sneak down stairs and rent an R-rated movie" So I made some popcorn to ensure everyone's position. Needless to say it back-fired. It did the exact opposite of what I was wanting..................
The kids wanted to come with me downstairs. ?
What? Why? Didn't she like being in her room? On the computer? Didn't he like having the couch all to himself with out being disturbed? The remote and all?
NOPE... Guess not.
I could tell they wanted to watch a movie with me and be down there with me. (and me in complete amazement, thinking to myself but we have been together for the past four days?
Don't - cha want a little down time from ye ole' step-mom) We went downstairs and rented Meet the Robinson's (not what I had in mind for a movie) We had ourselves a little popcorn fight and then watched the movie and snuggled together. It was sweet. I then thought to myself, it really doesn't get better than this. I am privileged to have front row seats to their lives. They are spectacular people. I continue to learn from them and they continue to teach me different things. I love them very much. And although they don't say "I love you" to me, very often. I totally felt their love last night. These are the things that makes this gig worth while.
May 29, 2008
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You're awesome for being able to turn around your thoughts and see how they love you and accept what is. Especially when you are craving a break! Good on you!
Indeed. Those are the moments that keep you going through the rest of them. :)
Love that you snuggled with them! Sounds like just what you needed, after all!
I have been reading your entire blog the last couple of days and find solace in some of your words. The other time I am wondering if we lead the same life. I listed my blog in the URL. I just started it so if you wanna check it out.
Kids have a way of worming their way back into your good graces...It's hard to tell those sweet little faces to go away sometimes...
Sounds like a good time.
I can relate to this post more than you know :) Good to know I'm not the only one who is thinking, "Um, alone time, pleeeease?!" after a few days. :)
Ah yes, sometimes they just make everything worth it don't they? I love those moments. They are what keep me going!
I loved this post! What a great example in self-sacrifice.
It's amazing the solace you can find on the internet! I am a new stepmom to-be. I'm getting married next year. My future stepdaughter and I got along great until she moved with us for the summer. I feel invisible. She doesn't speak to me, no hugs, no playtime, no nothing. She's only six. I've known her since she was three. Anyway, I'm having a hard time because I care about her but I feel like detaching myself from her (which I know is bad). I just hate the rejection and feel that if I detach myself than I won't have to face being rejected by her. I'm afraid that she is having a hard time adjusting to life here with us as it is different from her mother's house.
Reading your blog has given me comfort and hope that things will change eventually. Again, she's only 6. Time will tell. Anyway, thanks for the read.
I had a good giggle when I read this post. I've been in this situation SO many times. I've wanted "me space", only to be followed by little-kid. It's nice to be loved though :)
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