One of those days
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Caution: Rant ahead
So there was a pretty icky slip. You know those days when you eat one bad thing and you just decide to just not care about what you put in your mouth for the rest of the day? That happened. It was just one day. I know I can fix it. Just hope that there aren't too many more of them.
Also finding myself becoming more frustrated with the step mom situation. I imagine it's hard enough being a mom. But it adds a little extra every time that little mouth opens to say, "Well, we don't have to take our shoes off at mom's house," or "I don't have to eat vegetables at my mom's house." Later finding out the kid was not given breakfast because he wanted eggs and wasn't given them or fed french fries and jello for dinner does not help things along. Also apparently not enforcing brushing teeth before bed time over there because, "I only brush once at mom's house." So every day, he gets a firm, "This is your dad's house."
I feel like there's a lot of undoing of habits and manners we try to enforce. I was chatting with my mom about how long it usually takes for those things to stick. She said they would but with constant repetition. Something tells me pleases and thank yous are only done half of the week. Ugh.
Talk to the mom, you say? How to put this lightly... She most likely hates my guts. It was a bad breakup because she cheated on my husband (her then boyfriend) and was trying to get back together with him up until she got married (to another man whose baby she was carrying) even though he and I were already dating. Yeah, told you it was a rant ahead. Also, I once tried to talk to her about a hole in his snow boots. He'd complained his feet get wet in them a couple times so I brought it up with her. "Oh, his feet just sweat a lot." Then later talks to my husband to blame him for the hole in the boots even though they looked chewed up by dogs (which we don't have). I'm going to stop there before this turns into a session of tearing her apart.
Apologies for the rant. It's just frustrating.
My husband has been good about it. He keeps firm with what we lay out for his son so there's continuity. My mom says to just keep on doing exactly that.
Blah. I'm trying to do my best. Don't get me wrong, I understand he's a kid. I guess my concerns are aimed toward the whole situation with "the other house".
Rant over, I guess. Each day is a new day. Just have to keep trucking on.