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So FURIOUS my fingers are shaking

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SD12 is failing several classes in school. The biggest project of the year - a presentation and speech - is next Tuesday. BM tells us today that she wants to pick up SD from school tomorrow because they are going to California this weekend.

DH is sick in bed so I go talk to SD about it. I ask her if she wants to go, she says NO, she has too much to do, this would be too stressful. I tell her, you need to call your mom and tell her that, if that is how you feel, and be clear about it, because maybe she will understand if she knows how important this grade is.

Vent: BM working on her weekends

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BM has SD12 from Friday evenings til Sunday evenings. She has recently started working on Saturdays, I don't know what time or how many hours, but it sounds like a good part of the day. While BM is working SD is left at home essentially alone and with nothing to do. BM's roommate is there, from what I hear, but is in her own room behind closed doors.

What happens when skids are 12?

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I have seen a few mentions on people's blogs about how their skid is 12 and can thus decide things, or waiting til skid turns 12.

Does anyone have more experience/information on what exactly happens when they are 12? Does this mean that they can just say, I want to live with mom/I want to live with dad, and they get to? What effect does this have on custody agreement?

Or, does this just mean that you can go to court to try to get custody modified, and skid's wishes will be factored in?

Just had a big blow out with DH

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Just had a big blow out with DH about parenting. I thought he was being too hard on BD12, I intervened, he totally lost it. I told him it has seemed lately like he is very touchy and with both BD12 and SD12, almost every time he has a conversation with them where it doesn't go exactly right he escalates his anger very quickly. Apparently he took this to mean I was saying he was a bad father and I didn't want him dealing with the kids anymore.

Sick Of Explaining My Family To People

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Our blended family was all together at a school fair tonight. I reported for parental volunteer duty at the popcorn stand. All the parents there made small talk, introduced ourselves, etc. And then, this exchange, which is typical of something that happens at least once a month:

Other Mom: So, what grade is your child in?

Me: I have two. They're both in 7th grade.

Other Mom: Oh, are they twins?

Me (smiling blandly): Nope.

Other Mom (looks at me strangely): Oh. Uhhhmmm, er. Ok.

(Other Mom, under her breath: Interesting.)

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