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Anyone remember this

Yep. My kids, one hose, and a husband who just giggled about the whole thing.

And now I have him:

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Who has grown into this…

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Add a dog park with a swimming pond, and now you know why I drive a beat up car with leather seats.

37.5

Yes, I know. I have all but dropped off the face of the planet. This whole working full-time gig has really messed up my online social life. My job? I love it, except I spend 37.5 hours a week there, slaving away in my basement office. I feel like a mole, emerging at lunch time and after work, squinting against the sunshine.

In the past two months, Sean and I had our ‘real’ wedding, he went to mediation with Dirt and found out she can’t remain sober, school ended for the summer, and the Monster puppy is now 75lbs. 

Life has pretty much carried on as usual, with the routine letters from Dirt’s lawyer claiming that she can no longer pay her lawyer, and that the case must be dismissed for financial reasons, and because Dirt actually believes there has been no change of circumstances. I think she lives in another planet. 

We met with our lawyer yesterday, and the trial date is set for August 5th. They think we have a good shot at reducing her visitation. I know, I know, I scoffed too at the thought of “good shot”. But the reality is that Dirt is their mother, and we live in a Mommy state. We aren’t asking for that much, and the schedule we want is actually the standard visitation schedule for children under the primary care custody umbrella– every other weekend, no school overnights, and one afternoon every week. I don’t think they should be over there that much, but any reduction would be better than the hell we are facing every week.

So. That’s where I’m at. 

I’m back. I’ve missed you all.

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Respect.

Some days, it’s all worth it. Every single moment of pure hell melts away.

 

I found a piece of Love’s homework in her bag last night. It was a worksheet entitled, “Winning the respect of someone you admire.” She had already completed it.

She had to name someone that she admires, and why. In the next section, her job was to write how she thinks that special someone views her. 

“I respect Blue, aka stepmom. She is nice and caring and takes really good care of me. She makes sure my clothes fit. She cooks really good food. She makes sure I take showers and baths.”

She could have picked anyone that she admires. And that wonderful child chose me. 

And how does Love want me to view her?

“I hope she thinks I’m smart and caring and nice and brave. That I follow the rules and don’t get into trouble.”

I cried when I found it, and had to go rest my head on Sean shoulder. Sean said that it speaks volumes about the whole situation, and who she thinks takes care of her.

“Makes it all worth it, doesn’t it, babe?

Yes. Yes, it does.

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