The more I interact with my own family, the less I understand. Seriously, people are baffling. Several reasons for this:
- SS moved out a week and a half ago. In theory, he has moved out several times, none of which involved a stay at another household for more than 72 hours. He and DH had a blowout on a Thursday. Cluelessly, I imagined he’d be back by Monday. Not so. Obviously, I don’t know wtf is going on, with either of them. On the upside, DH expects no input from me, which is fantastic since I have none to offer.
- DD decided yesterday she would learn to write the letters in her name. Today she decided to learn to read. All afternoon yesterday, practicing letters with a crayon on handwriting worksheets. All morning this morning with phonics. She can count and do simple math in English, French, Spanish, and Chinese. She doesn’t know which shoe goes on which foot. It is one of the great mysteries of the universe.
- Why store birth certificates with wrapping paper?
- Thursday: Laundry, paint the kids bathroom, pay DHs tag fee and drivers license fee, grocery store, drop and pick up dry cleaning, haircut for DD and me, return books/library excursion, normal parenting things like bath, sort more of grandmas paperwork. DH accuses me of sitting around enjoying myself while he slaves away. wtf?
- My cousins are still calling me Lilo, which means little one. I’m almost forty and six inches taller than they are. I appreciate the affection. However, I don’t want to be like the big fat guy called Tiny. kwim?
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The straight sides of the shoes go on the inside, the buckles go on the outside. That’s all I can remember.
I still get called Bit on occasion.
Blended families suck, I never knew whether my stepbrother was coming or going at our house. It was always weird. He lives in Washington state now. Props for DH on that situation. Not on the other one.
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