You are here

Madam Hedgehog's Blog

DH blew up this morning (mad at BM)

Madam Hedgehog's picture

My DH is usually very mellow when it comes to conflicts with BM. He either gets sad or acts like there's no point in having an emotional reaction.

I have no idea what happened this morning, but I woke up and he was shouting and cussing. I can say I have NEVER seen him like that before, especially in front of the skids.

I guess BM forgot to include a lunch for SS5 (for school) for the 20th time this year, and DH just lost it.

O/T sorta: Skids yelling "Yeah Baby!"

Madam Hedgehog's picture

We took the skids (5 and 2) to a New Years party last night at a friend's house. One of our friends at his son there who's about 8, and the skids spent the night playing video games with him.

Well, both the skids have started yelling "yeah, baby!" and "I'm ready for this, baby" and also "awesome, baby, yeah!"

I didn't notice until this morning when they wanted to play a video game together and they both started yelling at the screen--something they've never done before.

Anyway, it's hysterical to me, but I'm not sure what DH will make of it. Any similar stories?

Skids Rule the House: is this normal?

Madam Hedgehog's picture

SS2 (almost 3) just told me to get out of his way. He was sitting on the couch watching a cartoon. My mom was sitting on the other side of the couch. I walked into the living room to ask her how long she was staying, and apparently I was standing in between SS2 and the television.

SS2: Hedge . . . Get out my way.
ME: What?
SS2: Get out my way, Hedge.
ME: Use your manners, dude.

SS2: withdrawals?

Madam Hedgehog's picture

Its 3 am and SS2 just woke up for the 6th time. He was rolling around in his crib crying for medicine. Literally. He told me he needed medicine four times. He cries at night all the time and days random body parts hurt. Knees. Feet. Ankles. Ears. It can be anything. After tonight I am beginning to thonk he is experiencing phantom pains from withdrawals from whatever medicine she is giving him.

Guilt: My feelings for skids change EVERY HOUR

Madam Hedgehog's picture

Generally speaking, I love the skids. I have known SS2 for his entire life, and I've known SS5 since he was 2. Overall, they are great kids and I have a MUCH better step situation than most people.

However, I have noticed that my "immediate" feelings toward them change several times a day.

MY MOTHER is spoiling the skids

Madam Hedgehog's picture

I am about to blow up.

I have told my mother five hundred times that the boys have to eat normal food. They cannot eat chocolate cake and f*ckn candy all day.

Well, I just busted her giving them chocolate cake for lunch.

She tells me the pieces are small.

I tell her I don't care.

I retreat to stop myself from screaming at her in front of the kids.

But maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should blow up on her in front of the kids. Maybe I just let it fly.

Christmas: called the cops on BM and other drama

Madam Hedgehog's picture

BM informed us five days ago that she intended to drop the boys off 3 hours late on Christmas. DH told her no. She extended the lateness to 4 hours. DH told her no again. She extended the lateness to 5 hours.

Christmas morning comes. Noon comes. No kids. So, DH spent about three hours talking to different police departments across the state trying to track his kids down and get someone to tell BM she had to bring the kids back.

We got them 3.5 hours late, but we got them.

So, they've spent the last 9 days with crazy a$$ BM, and are back to entitlement central.

Christmas Drama continues . . .

Madam Hedgehog's picture

After telling DH that he would not be seeing the boys at all for the next three weeks if he doesn't agree to take them this weekend (which is completely against the CO), BM has now changed to an all new bizarre claim.

The following nonsense:

I didn't mean that you would not see them. I meant that you would not have them overnight at all for the next three weeks. If that is what you want, then I don't have a problem keeping them the first weekend as well.

:?

O/T: DH is chocolate cake at an anorexia convention

Madam Hedgehog's picture

OR . . .

A 12 pack at an Alcoholic's Anonymous meeting.

OR . . .

An injured lamb staggering across the wolf infested mountain side.

OR . . .

A handsome, highly educated man in a room full of angry wives.

OR . . . AND?

Maybe I'm just sick of other women and their nonsense.

I am sick of BM finding reasons to bend over every time she comes to get the kids.

I am sick of his friends' girlfriends hugging him and telling him how amazing he is.

Pages