Started as a quickie.. turned into a rant. Sorry. on February 26, 2011 8:03 pm
So, the other day I went to Petaluma and stopped by Ross. =] The goal: new pants. I got three pair in a size 8... yes.. that was EIGHT. They are a little snug, but they go on easily and I don't have to do any of the old tricks or manuvers to get them on. I can comfortably bend in them and such... they are just more snug than the 10s I have been wearing. I was SO excited about wearing a size that is only a 1 digit number!!
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I dont really feel I need to lose any more weight, but it's still coming off slowly. I need to start toning up, though. We are thinking of getting a Wii fit... anyone have one? Any reviews? Is it worth the money?
On a different note... I think my step-daughter's bladder hates me. She never seems to have to go to the bathroom until 1. five minutes after we have gotten in the car and started a trip somewhere or 2. the moment either my 16 year old or I are taking a shower/just sitting down to go potty ourselves. I had to hold it for almost 2 hours while she took a hot bubble bath (she LOVES bubble bathes.... and she got out to go while she was in the tub) and then as soon as I go to relieve my aching tummy, I hear her asking my husband if she can go pee. Like 2394839284 times. (She never asks anything once). I not only had to rush myself (pretty much stopping in the middle), but she had left the toilet clogged when she went (which I unclogged and got to flush before I could go) and then as soon as I flushed the toilet filled up and I had to unclog it AGAIN. I guess I didn't do it well enough the first time. The entire time I am in there, she is saying "Daddy.... I have to go pee.... can I go pee?... I really need to pee". I don't want her to have to hold it longer than necessary, but we have to stop EVERYTIME we leave the house... long trip or short... sometimes at a store/gas station and sometimes just on the side of the road. So, right before her bath, my daughter had just gotten in the shower and SD announces that she has to poo... RIGHT NOW! I have to go get my daughter out of the shower so she can do this... and then she didn't. She peed.
I am having "evil step mother syndrome" right now. I love the girl, but she is so DIFFERENT than my kids were. She can't entertain herself for more than 5 minutes at a time, she firmly believes that all adults are here for her service/entertainment, she interupts adults NONSTOP, she talks NONSTOP, she is one of those kids that feels like she needs to report everything going on all the time... and it's always a dire emergency. "Dad... DAD! ... DADDY!!! Brother pulled my shirt sleeve and now he's standing in once place looking at me!!!" She lies. All the time. She has told her mother things that weren't even a LITTLE bit true (like that The Cowboy was going through her stuff once when he was at their house... or that we never play with her... or that we refused to feed her or whatever). She takes what she wants, even when she knows it is wrong. For instance: We went shopping and bought some kid specific items. Tiny toddler apple juice boxes for the baby (he's 1 1/2) and the juice that SD had specifically requested for her. The juice boxes came in a pack of 4. While we were unpacking the groceries, she said that she wanted a juice box. We explained that we bought those for brother and then poured her a glass of the juice we bought for her. We leave the room for 5 minutes (or less) and when we get back, I notice that one of the juice boxes is missing. I ask her about it She swears that she didn't take it. My 16 year old was in her room and didn't do it. The little one had just gone down for a nap... so HE didn't do it. We were together in another room looking for something... sooo. ... that left just SD. I explained to her that lying was a big deal in our house and that you get in MUCH more trouble for lying than you do for doing something wrong. (At this point, I still couldn't LOCATE the missing juice box). She still insisted that she didn't take the juice box. Ok. I FOUND the juice box... it was in the garbage... with maybe ONE sip taken out of it. We have had similar incidents with other things... mostly food and mostly sweets. She did finally fess up to the juice box, but not until her father gave her a talking to. She ended up doing 3 minutes in the corner for lying. She refuses to do most any chore (and the only "chore" she is ever given is to clean up her toys when she is done with them). She doesn't play with ANYTHING for more than 4 or 5 minutes, so she is pretty much constantly taking stuff out... and then insisting that it's too hard to put it away. She reminds me a little of evil little movie kids.... the ones that are angels when the parent is there, but as soon as they are unsupervised they become something entirely different. She sets her little brother up to get in trouble... she constantly taunts him with stuff he can't have so that he'll start throwing a tantrum or she hits/pinches/bites him when no one is looking and then immediately runs to report that he's crying. (We have actually witnessed this when she thought we weren't looking). I am at a loss. I HATE being the evil step mother, but I feel like I am CONSTANTLY telling her no or to stop it or trying to redirect her attention to something less malicious.
Let's talk about bedtime for a minute. It's a nightmare! First off, we own a 2 bedroom, so we have to set them up in the front room. The bedtime they are accustomed to is 9 pm. (Later than I would have chosen, but I am only Step Mom). So, around 9 everyone else has to go to their bedrooms. We have to get the bed and crib ready and then they can't sleep unless they have a movie/cartoons playing. She is almost always given some sort of treat at this time... popcorn/hot chocolate or whatever... the baby is given a bottle (another thing I have issue with... sleeping with a bottle) and it starts. 5 to 10 minutes after she is laid down she comes running down the hall and knocks on our door saying "Daddy... daddy... I have to tell you something!!" It's usually that she spilled her drink or that her brother is still awake or that she has to pee or that she doesn't WANT to watch whatever her dad put on... she wants to watch something else. This goes on for up to 2 hours. We tell her that we need her to stay in her bed... and still, every 5 to 10 minutes she is coming down the hall to tell us something new. OR... we hear her get up and start messing with the tv /her brother /a toy /whatever. She isn't a BAD child... she is just so DIFFERENT than my kids were. I can't get anything done when I have the step kids! I had four children in 6 years and we just didn't have problems like that. Bedtime was bedtime. Clean up was required and done, etc. They weren't PERFECT children, by any means... but they didn't interupt adult conversation and could be taken to a store without worrying that they HAD to be bribed with a toy or candy to behave.
I want things to go smoothly. I want the kids to be happy when they are here (which is roughly 5 days a week)... but, I am finding myself dreading Thursdays (the day The Cowboy picks them up) and it's getting to be a problem. I know... I know.. . I need to put on my big girl panties and be a damn grown up about this, but I find myself not wanting to come out of my room on the days that The Cowboy is home and the kids are here. Seriously, I don't hate them... I really do love them! I feel guilty that I can't just go out there and have fun with them all the time. I always wanted a BIG family and was very excited about having young ones around again. This is not to say that we don't have good times. We do. It's just that in order to have a good time, we need to set it up just right. There must be a movie. There must be treats for the SD. (Popcorn or M&Ms and hot chocolate that always ends up spilled).
I am off to go watch a monster movie with the step kids, the Cowboy, my daughter and her boyfriend (whom I ADORE!).
Wish me luck. Thanks.
Still around.. stalled, though. on February 23, 2011 6:05 pm
I am at around 170 and I'm sitting at a size 10. Not too shabby for someone who was pushing into a 24 just a few months ago.
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Not working is driving me CRAZY! I thought I would love it, but I am BORED BORED BORED!
Spending way too much time on Facebook and playing the stupid FB games.