Stepmemo

A note to stepmoms everywhere


Leave a comment

If You Ain’t Doing Saturday Like This, You’re Wrong

image

Courtesy Giphy.com

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!! The day created for sleeping in and doing as little as possible. I love Saturday. Most of the time it’s what gives me the drive to survive my whole week. Just being able to sleep in one day, just one day is enough.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen today. It was a long week, full of lots of social activities. I don’t mind social activities, but they do wear me out. And I had something to do every day this week.
Except Monday. I was in bed at 7 on Monday.
But this morning my eyeballs snapped open at 6am on cue. Gah!!
I fought it for a few hours, and gave up. But I still haven’t put on real clothes today, so the protest continues.
We’re puppy sitting today, and it makes me feel like it really is time we get a dog again. After the terrifying attack from the last dog, and the hard time we were having with money, I wanted to wait until I knew it would be OK. I think it might be time.
So no real pants, not a lot going on, I’m just not really interested in doing very much.
And that’s what Saturday is for.

Advertisements


5 Comments

This Little Gremlin Party is Turning Into a Monster’s Ball

courtesy rottentomatoes.com

You know, from time to time, I have slightly insane dreams (no way, not me! I’m so normal). I will have a few really vivid, nutty dreams in a row. This week I had a dream that I had my own gremlin. Not like a pet, like a creepy little guy that caused all kinds of problems for me. I haven’t seen him in waking life yet, but it seems like it’s come true.

I was super excited for Friday, but it rolled over me like a train. Crazy busy, everything that could go wrong did. My phone got shut off, and that was a little inconvenient. Especially considering I start my 2nd job on Tuesday. Not cool.

After lots of surprise visitors and getting out of work late (and lots of little surprise problems), I pick up the only child I needed to get and go home. I start rushing to get dinner done so I can take the middle child to cheer. She tells me “oh, I told you I don’t have practice today, right?” I was excited to catch a break. I was really done with the week. I didn’t want to do anything.

Then they told me they needed to go to the store. It made me a little sad.

Even thought I couldn’t get texts with my service shut off, my phone would send me a message telling me I couldn’t get a text each time someone sent a message. My phone was blowing up, so I got the distinct feeling something stupid was happening. And by stupid, I mean seriously unpleasant.

Today, I posted on Facebook that my phone was shut off, and got a message from my sister in law that my stepdad was in the hospital. There’s that gremlin again. So I used my husband’s phone to text my mom and find out he’s had another (yes, another) heart-attack, and they checked in yesterday. When my phone was shut off. Did I call it or what?

So, money is tight, middle child has a game not far from the hospital, but I have to figure out how to get us all where we need to go with no money and 2 cars with no gas. I had a moment.

Today sucked a little. I’m wiped out. This gremlin is really messing things up. He can go away now.


1 Comment

I Reject Your “Saturday” Myth

courtesy stuffpoint.com

Yay Saturday. That mythical creature that you wait for with baited breath, yet it leaves and seems as though it never actually happened. How is that? It seems like every Sunday night, I realize I have to wake up for work the next morning and think, “wait, what did I do yesterday? Did I do anything?”

So today, we woke up crazy late (which is always fabulous) then went to a new place for breakfast (super tiny local spot, awesome).  I got some awesome stuff for dinner and a little yard work done, but still feel like “what the heck is happening to this day?”

It’s about dinner time. I’m not sure what I would prefer to happen with this day. It always feels wasted, and if you get a butt-load done, then you feel like you didn’t have a Saturday.

You know what? I don’t like Saturday. You can’t win.