Love

Sometimes love comes in like a hurricane. A powerful love that leave a wake of destruction in it’s path. 

Other times love comes like a soft, gentle spring rain, warm and gentle. A sweet love that brings beauty and nurtures life’s flowers in it’s wake. 
 

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Weekend 

We had a great weekend. I took Sunday off of work (not an easy feat, I have to find someone to cover for me). We decided to take a day trip to St. Augustine. It happens to be one of my favorite cities. 

Stepdaughter’s memaw and poppy (D’s mom and stepdad) live about 45 minutes from there so they met up with us for lunch and a short visit with their granddaughter. It was very nice 🙂

Around Christmas time I sent her memaw a link about a mermaid blanket that could be crocheted. I knew stepdaughter would love it. I also knew I don’t have the time, patience or inclination to make it. I asked her memaw if she wanted to make it for stepdaughter as a Christmas present. 

Long story short, it didn’t get made in time for Christmas! lol. Stepdaughter was presented with the blanket yesterday. She loves it.  And it turned out adorable! Memaw is definitely very talented. 

 

Troll

Shout out to my online blog stalker/troll. Your opinion of me is duly noted. 🙂 Your comments now filter to spam (from both of your “identities”)*

 
I find it amusing how much interest you have taken in my little corner of the blogosphere. Thank you! Thanks to you yesterday my blog had it’s best day of views ever! 90 views from only 10 people….you are a busy boy!

Two of those “people” were you, weren’t they? Two different IP addresses, probably one from work and one from home. Hey, I’ll take it where I can get it!
Have fun reading today. Keep up the good work! I hope we can beat yesterday’s record!  You haven’t yet explored some of my older work. You’re gonna love it!

*Did you know that every comment has an IP address attached? So, when two different “people” comment from the same IP address, it’s a pretty safe bet that it’s the same person. Just FYI.

Week Two

Today marks the end of the second week that stepdaughter is with us full time. She’s doing well. Standardized testing is this week at her school. Then it’s all down hill until summer break! Phew. The foreclosure date for the house that stepdaughter and her mom are living in is set for May 11th. We’ll see what happens there. 

Stepdaughter’s mom contacted me on Wednesday. There’s more confusion with the parenting plan! She thinks stepdaughter is supposed to be at her house every Thursday. Nope. Just every other Thursday. She has super-special plans already made for this Thursday and could we pretty please let stepdaughter come? 

I’m conflicted. This lady wrote this parenting plan in her own handwriting, submitted it to her lawyer and we agreed to everything she had written, page by page. Together with her lawyer and D’s lawyer. Yet, twice already she has said “that’s not what I meant” or “that’s not what I agreed to.” It’s making my head spin. 

Since testing is scheduled for Thursday and Friday it didn’t seem wise to change the schedule and send stepdaughter to her mom’s for her super special plans when she should be getting a good night’s rest on Thursday night. As a compromise, we offered for stepdaughter to go to mom’s on Friday after school and mom will drop off at our house later in the evening. 

I asked stepdaughter if she knew what mom had planned. A movie. Stepdaughter said mom wants to take her to see The Jungle Book before her dad and I can. Ok. Have fun with that. It’s obviously very important to her and it means next to nothing to us to be the first to take her to see a new movie.  

School Commute

Hey all! We’re getting settled into this new routine. Stepdaughter now lives with us full-time. Honestly, so far the transition has been easier than we expected (knock on wood!). The biggest adjustment is the drive every day!

 
We started out with me taking her and picking her up from school every day. But that’s over three hours of driving….Every. Single. Day. No thanks. Now dad takes her in the morning. And I pick her up. It’s better.

 
Sadly, that means the two of them have to wake up at 5:30am. So, he can drop her off at the school’s before care by 6:30 and be to work by 7:30. I was a little worried about her waking up that early, but she seems to be doing ok with it. She doesn’t complain and she doesn’t seem overly tired after school. It’s only another month until school lets out.

 
Yesterday when I picked stepdaughter up she said, “oh, my mom said she was going to come have lunch with me at school today. She didn’t come.” I said, “oh no! were you sad?!” She told me, “naw, I knew she would forget.” 😦

 

Mom lives one block from the school. She doesn’t work. She just “lost custody” of her daughter and just last week she was so very dramatic about losing the time. Me? I would have lunch every day at the school if I was so missing my child. But actions speak louder than words. Especially to children.

Foreclosure

The house that stepdaughter and her mom now live in is in foreclosure. The court date is Monday where they will set the sale date for the house. After that, they will be evicted. Where will they go? How will they move? How do you move when you don’t have a job? Where do you go when you’ve burned bridges with your family? Will stepdaughters belongings have to be abandoned? I don’t know the answers.

I hope that if mom ends up abandoning their belongings that we will be allowed to retrieve stepdaughter’s stuff. Starting this past week stepdaughter will be with us the majority of time. I think this happened in the nick of time. In the agreement we Decided to allow stepdaughter to finish this school year. That means a 45 minute (one way) commute twice a day for the next 6 weeks. Ugh. I’m already regretting that! But we know it’s what is best for stepdaughter. She has already changed schools so many times. We just want some consistency for her.  

Your Super Power is Creating Confusion

We have an agreement.

It’s in writing.

We talked it all out.

We discussed it together with your counselor.

There’s a third party witness.

How is it then, even when I’m so sure, you can make me doubt?

You make up such detailed scenarios.

You quote details in a conversation we never had.

And for one small moment, I begin to doubt myself.

Did I really say that?

Am I crazy?

Could I have forgotten this conversation?

My brain, for one moment, wants to believe you.

Because it sounds so believable.

Did I say that? I ask myself.

Did I give that impression?

No.

I know I didn’t

I know you’re an emotional magician.

You want to perform a slight of hand in my brain.

I wonder though….

Do you actually believe the lies you are telling?