This test nailed me!

Definitions and Dish

I thought I would give some definitions before I get too far into this blogging thing. 

ED = Egg Donor AKA stepson’s bio mom – Thanks Stephanie!

Hubby = My husband and father to stepson

Son #1 = Stepson

Son #2 = My oldest bio son – Hubby is his father

Son # 3 = My youngest bio son - Hubby is his father

 So, now that you know who the players are…

Hubby went to pick up Son #1 from ED’s home Saturday for scheduled visitation.  It also happened to be Son #2’s birthday.  As hubby pulled into ED’s driveway, Hubby received a call on his cell from Son #1 saying that since he is learning to drive, ED’s husband will be bringing him over so that he can get some driving time in.  While I agree that Son #1 needs to get his 50 hours of driving in, I am puzzled why he could not drive Hubby’s car back to our house and, since it is about a 5 minute drive from ED’s house to our house, what was the point, really???  The real question is, since Hubby was in ED’s driveway, why did he agree? 

We had a decent visit, homemade pizza, cake and ice cream, birthday song…all good, except for some odd wierdness from Son #1.

Fast forward to Sunday AM.  I asked Hubby what time Son #1 would be over?  Hubby tells me that he would not be over because he is going school shopping with ED.  (This explains Son #1’s wierdness) Now this is interesting.  First of all, Son #1 starts school tomorrow…what could be the reason for waiting until the last minute?  Hmmm.  Second, this is Hubby’s time with Son #1.  This time is incredibly limited and it makes me crazy when ED pulls this crap.  It really makes me crazy that Hubby lets it happen.  I am so sick of her and her antics. 

Now, you may be thinking “This is so mild, get over yourself Tulip Girl!”  You’re right, this is mild for her.  I guess I have been through 12 years of this crap and I am over it.  The good news is that I only have 3 years and 8 1/2 months left before Hubby can tell her to take a leap!  What a day that will be! 

Lack of planning

I was recently given an ”emergency” project that required information from a co-worker before I could get started.  I was to have the info by 10:00AM…I received the info at 2:45PM and did not finish the project until 6:00PM.  On this particular day, I had been at the office since 6:45AM and ate lunch at my desk.  This made for a rather long day.  You can imagine how happy I was when I found out today that the meeting the project was for never happened and probably never will.  This makes me absolutely crazy.  The next time I am given an “emergency” project by this person, it will be difficult not to tell him that lack of planning on his part does not constitute an emergency on mine…of course I need to keep my job, and he is a Senior Vice President, so I guess I will keep my mouth shut and be grateful I have a job!

School Starts Tomorrow

I spent the evening getting my kids school supplies together, making sure they were labeled according to the requirements of the School Supply List and sorting them according to which child they belong to.  Then the kiddos got out their uniforms so that we could be ready to go bright and early tomorrow morning.  It is so hard to believe that my oldest will be in 5th grade and my youngest will be in 1st grade.  Time moves so quickly these days.  My youngest then informed me that he was WAY too excited to sleep, so he needed to sleep with my husband and me.  Nice try buddy!  He is my snuggler, and any chance he gets to snuggle up, well he is all over it.  My oldest decided that he would label his own supplies.  I miss the days when he needed me to do that for him.  I , of course, am glad that he is capable of doing this himself, but sure do miss when he was a snuggler and still needed me!

Stepson does not start school until next week.  It is REALLY hard to believe that he will be in 10th grade.  He was 3 when I married my Spouse.  Now he is learning to drive, playing high school football and generally doing teenage things.  Okay, so now I just feel OLD! 

I  think I will have a glass of wine and go to bed.

I said I would never do it…

I recently told a friend that I would never blog.  There are a lot of reasons why I shouldn’t.  Most of them have to do with my stepson’s mother.  Oh well, here I am anyway.  I guess it is cheaper than therapy!