I feel like as soon as I catch my breath something else happens to make life interesting.
We've had a bit of a health issue/scare with Chicka over the past week. I won't go into details here but it's had us at the hospital for 2 evenings and a day in the past week.
In the grand scheme of things is pretty minor but it could involve surgery down the road if things don't improve. With the emotional and physical toll that something relatively minor has taken on me, I cannot possibly imagine what it must be like to have a truly sick child.
My kids are crazy and wacky and utterly exhausting but man, am I ever grateful that they're generally healthy.
Something else that added to the chaos that is my life is that I met my stepdaughter over the weekend. I'm happy to report that it went really, really well.
She's cute and sweet and a typical 14 year old girl. She giggles and talks up a storm. There's a few things about her life that worry me but they stem from the total lack of structure, rules and general morals that are inherent in her home.
It's not her fault. I just hope that she takes the right road. Maybe it's because my parents were very strict with me when I was growing up that I worry about the attitude of her mother.
Kids should be encouraged to do the right thing. Ultimately they will choose their own path but isn't a parent's job to point them in the right direction?
I don't ever want to be as strict as my parents were. I don't ever want to shove my head in the sand like they did. I don't want to be naive. But I don't want to endorse reckless and unhealthy behavoir either.
It's a fine, fine line isn't it?
So here's a question: when someone asks how many kids I have do I say 2? 3? 2 + 1?
Life is crazy. Who'd have ever thought I'd be a stepmom?!