Cleaning in my household is a never-ending exercise in futility. I pick up one bin of toys, they raid my tupperware drawer. I vacuum my carpet, the Lord sends my kids the crumbliest crackers on this green earth. Oh, and of course laundry. Do you really need a cheesy joke about a pointless broken pencil? I’ll spare you. Needless to say, however, it has to get done.
Put down your proverbial pitchforks. I get this is the land of social media and not everyone knows me personally, but if you did (or if you do), you would know the unwavering love I have for my stepson. He was my whole life before I had my daughter, and now they are my whole life. Point blank.
So, great… She loves her stepchild, tell me again why we’re here then? Why would anyone say you shouldn’t love your stepchild? Well, anyone with a heart, anyway… Continue reading “Why You Should Never Love Your Stepchild”
Brooklyn’s asleep, my husband’s next to me, and Benjamin’s sitting on the couch watching Moana on his iPad. I can’t help but chuckle a little bit at the sight of it all, knowing it would give off the image that we’ve all had a wonderful, calm night. Like we all have our shite together. Continue reading “For the Mom and a Half’s”