Let's start out by saying - I love my kids and I love my fiance'.
I thought about adding- I just wished they loved each other, but that would be too concise and blasé. I know that I am more likely to win the lottery (I'm talking big money - not $5 on a ticket win) then for that to happen. I would settle for everyone to be in the same room together, holding an actual conversation with each other- but I don't see that happening in the near future either.
My children (ages 14 and 18) are of of the lights of my life. The reason for my existence. The purpose of everything I do...you get my drift. I went through the pain of childbirth (while allowing the doctor to fill me with large amounts of numbing drugs) and quit my (going absolutely nowhere) career for them (twice). So I feel I can say without much sarcasm, that I have done everything in my power to give them the best life possible.
I can also be truthful in saying that by doing this they may be a bit, hmmmm, what's the term...SPOILED.
I'm not saying they are spoiled rotten. They are not rotten. They are actually very good people who I am very proud of. I just might be a little more proud if they would vacuum and mow the lawn a little more often.
I also probably went a little overboard in the feeling guilty department when I was going through my divorce. Indulged them a little (or a lot) too much. So when I decided to bring another man into the house, even just to date- you'd have thought I was kicking them out to live under the freeway.
I will point out that I have been dating my fiance' (for this post we'll call him "The Intruder") for several years now. He and his son (8 years old) stay over at the house semi-regularly (sorry if this bothers anyone - but as I tell my mother -yes even at 44 I still have to tell my mother this- it's my life). They do not live at my house. "The Intruder" has drawer in my room and a minute amount of closet space, and yes, I do let him keep contact lens solution on the bathroom counter - but that doesn't mean he lives there.
Every night I get asked - is it going to be just us tonight? I want to say - well Santa won't be here until the end of Dec.- but I don't want them to hurt themselves rolling their eyes too much. So it's either Yes - and then I "good - what's for dinner" or No -groan, sigh "what's for dinner". Both followed by "can we get pizza?"
Sometimes for fun I 'll say - "If you want pizza you can call "the Intruder" and see if he can pick some up on the way." (The older one has actually texted him this request a few times - he will give up protesting of the relationship for brief periods of time if he is going to get food not cooked in front of him.)
Now because of the warm reception "The Intruder" gets, he doesn't feel very welcome when my kids are home. It doesn't help that well over 1/2 the time when he walks in - they go to their rooms or lock themselves in the media room (which is a whole other post).
"The Intruder" tried at one time to build a relationship with my kids, but for reasons we may or may not get into later - he no longer does, especially with my son. Yes, he feels guilty when they run away. He also feels rejected when they don't, but they don't want to deal with him.
They say he laughs too loud (he is a boisterous chuckler) and that he talks through TV shows (since we mostly watch The Daily Show and Colbert Report together - he does like to throw his personal feelings about the what they are poking fun at more than the rest of us tend too). They also say he makes bad jokes. They are wrong! It didn't make them, the bad jokes that he tells are probably very, very (I'm talking Henny Youngman probably) old.
So the personalities don't exactly mix. I keep trying to find things they have in common, but so for the only things I found is that they are all highly intelligent, stubborn, extremely cute and are fortunate enough to have my love.
Next blog....My Daughter - Evil Genius? Shy Nerd? Ruler of all Men? Only time will tell.
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