The one common thing that seems to bind all of us together is a BM. A really ridiculous, petty, self-absorbed BM. I've begun to think: what made these women they way that they are. It's one thing not to care about us (the SM), but to make your own child miserable in order to make us miserable....what have you done with your life?!?! Why, who, what made you the way that you are. I can't ever, Ever, EVER imagine myself having children and then treating them the way that the BM treats these boys.

That's what I am. It's the place between roomate and spouse...and it sucks. I've begun disengaging from the Skids. It's hard, but not emotionally, which suprised me. It's more hard as in, 'I want to yell at you for what you're doing right now, but I won't!. I just don't care enough.' I think that it might actually be some kind of great....

I just need to share my smile! Last night, SS5 was ill....really ill. His fever went all the way up to 104. When it got to 104.5 I freaked and the Dad came home early from work to take the littlest one to the ER. It was strep and broncitis, thankfully no pnuemonia. Anyway, the point is that this little guy never complained. I know that I asked all the right questions, but he was his happy litle self all evening. If the fever wouldn't have gone so high, I never even would have known he was sick!

Dinner time is always the hardest part of my whole life. The real mom has raised them on McDonald's and mac & cheese. If we're not having that, then they're not eating. Dad works til 7 tonight, so I guess that they'll sit there with their food until he comes home and tells them that it's okay and they don't have to finish....just respect what I say. Don't make yell, don't make me threaten, don't make me be the evil stepmom that I'm trying not to be. I know you hear me, just LISTEN!