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♥ Watching TV show with friends ♥ Fun day at pool with family ♥ A lot of hand holding when the man returns after 2 weeks away ♥ Visiting local winery ♥ Texas Tacos ♥ Sexy times in a moving vehicle ♥ Smoked duck pizza with mozzarella and cherries ♥ Belgian chocolates ♥ Clean sheets ♥ New mug from Amsterdam ♥ A new school year…I have my Mondays and Wednesdays back to myself ♥ Hanging up honeymoon pics…finally ♥ Gym time
- Skype dates.
- Send him sexy underwear and shower pics.
- Make a list of date night ideas.
- Knit him socks for hunting season.
- Dinner with the girls.
- Keep on with my running and exercise plans.
- Try out lots of new recipes that I think only I would like.
- Pick up extra shifts at work.
- Look forward to having my man back.
♥ Cool, breezy, drizzly morning run ♥ Sending my husband sexy pics while he is away ♥ Printing honeymoon and vacation pics to frame and hang ♥ Getting off work early ♥ My fastest run yet ♥ Looking forward to seeing my husband tonight ♥ Fun days at work ♥ New pens ♥ New recipes ♥ Planning a birthday cake and present for my little brother ♥ Date night at a local winery this weekend ♥ Watching my dog embarrass himself at the vet by barking and growling at another dog…on a poster ♥ 6 weeks into a 14-week half-marathon training plan
♥ Winning a scholarship to a national nursing conference in Atlanta, GA ♥ Being able to Skype with my husband while he is out of the country for 2 weeks ♥ Planning my adventures in Atlanta ♥ Trying out new-to-me recipe: Olive Garden Copycat Zuppa Toscana (I followed the suggestions from review left by Dans La Lune.) ♥ Lightning storm ♥ Quality time with my stepson while my hubby is away ♥ More cake decorating classes with the stepson’s grandmother ♥ Putting an outdoor symphony garden performance on my calendar ♥ Clean sheets ♥ Night run with my stepson ♥ Listening to some classical guitar on my way to work ♥ Netflix’s documentary Tig… so good ♥ Gym time
♥ Running with the hubby ♥ Making a mean slow cooker lasagna ♥ Feeling needed/wanted at work ♥ Beginning the planning stages of our trip to Colombia next summer ♥ Gym time ♥ Summer days with the stepson ♥ Hearing stepson say he has the best parents – referring to his father and myself ♥ Finally putting up some wedding pics in our room ♥ New bamboo cutting boards ♥ New towels to replace ratty towels at lake ♥ Laughing with my hubby ♥ Eating ice cream together in silence on the couch ♥ “Date” at blood donation center
♥ Working on e-book project with my sister ♥ Another cake decorating lessons – maybe will be able to go into business before the summer is over ♥ Training for a 1/2 marathon with my stepson ♥ Having family visit us from Colombia ♥ Long, achingly honest discussions with my husband ♥ Being reminded of how thoughtful he is ♥ Finishing the new bedroom at our lake camp ♥ Showing my family around our little spot at the lake ♥ Seeing my stepson with my family ♥ A day to myself ♥ Planning for the July birthdays ♥ Weddings ♥ Quality time with the in-laws
♥ Getting better at cake baking ♥ Trying out new dinner recipes ♥ Helping the kids plan for Father’s Day ♥ Sitting at the computer with the dogs at my feet ♥ Spending a week kayaking and camping along an Arkansas river with my family ♥ Knowing my stepdaughter feels comfortable confiding in me ♥ Watching Game of Thrones with our neighbors ♥ Fixing the leaky toilet with my stepson ♥ Planning a summer fix-it- list with SS ♥ Gummi bear and Sprite popcicles ♥ New scrub hat ♥ Creating a summer mowing ad with SS ♥ Gym time
I forget that sometimes.
Just as I am finding my way to understanding our relationship, he is doing the same.
This past winter was a rough season for him and his relationship with his mother. She was making choices that left him feeling abandoned and unimportant in her life.
On Valentine’s Day, I found candy and a card inside my car from my stepson. Inside the card was written a bittersweet message.
Thank you for being the mother I never had. You make this family complete. Love SS
I cried at reading it. First for feeling encouraged that I was doing right by him. Second for how tragic it was for a 14-year-old to be writing such words when he has a mother alive and well and nearby.
I know that he has a mother. I know that I am not her. I know that what he truly means away from hurt and anger is to thank me for doing the things his mother can’t or won’t do for him. I know that he considers me part of his family. That is enough. It has to be enough for us both.
A few months later he resumed some visitation with his mother. And the next cards from him have reflected a healthier understanding of our relationship.
Thank you for being the best stepmom I could ask for!! Love SS
We’re going to be all right.
♥ Low census call ♥ An older woman came up to me and my husband at the gym to compliment me on my beautiful shape (indicating arms and shoulders) ♥ Lunch with my stepdaughter ♥ Helping my stepson memorize a poem in Middle English ♥ Payday ♥ Looking forward to cake baking lesson ♥ Lazy mornings ♥ Nice Mother’s Day weekend with family ♥ Sweet card from stepson ♥ Sweet kisses ♥ Being complimented on my pancakes ♥ Mid-morning calls from my husband ♥
I think it was a nice day. I probably had a lazy morning with my husband before having lunch and working out or going on a motorcycle ride. I’m sure we snuggled on the couch and watched a movie that night.
I was two months into my journey in this family as wife and stepmother. I worked full-time as a nurse. I spent evenings and weekends with my new family. In my (now-very-precious) alone time I was reading every article I could find about step-parenting and blended families. The previous years as Dad’s girlfriend and then fiancée were good. I knew my role. Stepmother was a different beast.
When it came to Mother’s Day I was conflicted. My state of mind swung between feeling as though I should be acknowledged for all my work, sacrifices, and contributions as a custodial stepmother and feeling as though I shouldn’t be doing those things for applause – and they were not my children. I didn’t go to church or even to my own family’s lunch. (I took my mother out to lunch the next day.) What if the church didn’t recognize stepmothers – only mothers? The women in my family being celebrated would have their children with them. I wanted to avoid being put on the spot during a time when I didn’t know where my place was. I wasn’t sure how I would respond. I was afraid that I would cry no matter what the situation – celebrated or ignored. Imposter or invisible.
The articles I read about stepmothers and Mother’s Day recommended that I not let myself expect anything from the kids. I could agree with that. They would be with their real mother. Our relationships were different. I am not Mom. Loyalty ties and all that. No pressure on the kids. End of story.
I thought my husband would do something special for me. Anything. Just a few words would do. I expected it. Even though all the articles told me that I needed to tell him I wanted him to acknowledge me. I figured my sweet man wouldn’t need to be told.
The day came and went without a peep from my man about Mother’s Day.
My stepson gave me a card he made in Spanish class before he left for the weekend. My husband’s niece texted me “Happy Mother’s Day!” that evening. My stepdaughter gave me a satsuma tree later that week. When I first saw it in the house, I thought it was from my husband and thanked him as I happily looked it over. He had to tell me that it was from SD and point out a sweet letter nestled in the leaves.
A week or so later I received a gift card in the mail from my mother. I opened it at the kitchen counter, and he asked me what it was. When I told him, he walked over to me, hugged me, and apologized for not doing anything for me. And I started to tear. I told him that it was okay. I should have said something.
It was a funny thing. I had focused so much on expecting acknowledgement from my husband that the tokens I did receive were nice and even touching, but they did not fulfill that desire in the slightest. I had tried so hard to play it cool about this day that the only cues my husband had from me were those of indifference. I can’t blame my husband for following my lead.
This year will be different. Last weekend our neighbor said something to him about doing something for me for Mother’s Day. He smiled sweetly at me and said “whatever she wants.” Today he asked me what I wanted to. I’ll think of something.
And tell him.