Friday, August 11, 2006
The kids have been home since Wednesday evening, along with Peter. At first, I was extremely happy to see them, and I missed the hell outta all three of them. After all, they are adorable. BUT that wore off quicker than cheap perfume on a hooker. I am SO ready for a day off, I'm about to pull my hair out. My feet hurt, my head is pounding (not sure if that is from the kids or the beers!) and I wanna scream. We usually only have the kids on the weekend, and that's all fine and dandy, but some issues have come up with their "mother" (imagine that) and we will have them for the next week. They will go to their Mother's on Saturday morning and we'll pick them up Sunday evening. She is having some kind of problem with some sort of shit, that the kids can't stay at the house, so it would be "a tremendous help to her if we could keep them for the week", her words, not mine. Fine, we're not going to tell her No. They are our kids for God's sake, but at the same time, she gets to run around for the last two weeks, no kids and responsibility free while we, ok I, get up at seven every morning do breakfast, clothes, hair, and teeth and then school. We must've shopped for 3 hours today for freakin' school supplies. I'm not regretting what I've got myself into AT ALL...I love the kids like they were my own, and I love Peter just as much. It is just going to be a rough road for the next couple of months. So, for tonight...the kids have been detoured to Peter for all their wants and needs, I've grabbed a beer, and I'm heading to the ONE spot in this house the kids are NOT ALLOWED...yep, you guessed it....that picture right there! Don't call me, cause I'm officially off duty for the evening.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
For the most part life around the Lance residence has been quite uneventful. With the exception of the ever-present ex-wife, that is. I'm glad we only have to deal with her on the weekends, and for the most part, she's OK. Now, don't get me wrong, she's not my best friend by any means, but I do have to play the happy little step-mommy role until the day comes when we have full custody of the kids and I can slam my door in her face. I must say Friday was a very stressful and eventful day. For all you parents out there, you know that the last week of July means summer is over, and it's time to get your butt in gear with school registrations, school supply-gettin', and the wonderful task of shopping for new clothes. I've considered myself lucky up until this point, because I didn't have to do any of that. Now, as my role of happy "house-wife" and "step-mommy dearest" seem to be increasing everyday, I find myself browsing our local Kohl's for good deals and clothes the kids won't easily wear out. I'm a master now of dodging other shoppers, finding great deals, and just barely getting to the check -out line before that lady with 6 kids in tow, 3 shopping carts, and an attitude from hell slips in and wants to know "How long is this sale going on?", as the poor under-paid teen checking her out rolls her eyes, pops her gum loudly, and proclaims "I don't know, I just work here." I know I am only 19 myself, 20 within a few short weeks, but I have the maturity level of a 30 year old. Don't believe me? Ask my Mommy. Either way, as long as the kids are happy, I don't have to shop anymore, and Grama will pick up the rest, I'm happy. So, here's a picture of the two little gremlins, and I hope they are having lots of fun with their Daddy in Minnesota.