I totally cursed myself by posting about how well the pebble thing is going. Suffice it to say, I spent the rest of the evening helping the two youngest clean up their intentional ( ?! ) vomit and pee messes. Seriously. Yes, I mean “intentional” as in they decided to do what they did. I’m pretty sure this is why I’m stressed to the point of ulcers.
The worst part? Things had been getting so much better. I was just starting to believe I could handle this whole stepmom thing. Last night I was furious, but this morning I was just feeling straight up lost as to what to do next.
Then my 12 year old reminded me of something he’d read. On my blog, no less.
“Remember what you said? Just because it snowed again doesn’t mean it’s going to be winter forever. Things are getting better, mom. You can do this.”
Just what I needed to hear. ❤