So, allow me to introduce myself and my boys. I am currently 32 years old. I still cannot believe that I have been in my 30's for 2 years, 5 months, and 15 days...I am way too young. Why do I feel like I am still 23? I was lying on the bed this afternoon with my baby, Fuss (not his real name if anyone is questioning it) and as he smiled at me I couldn't help but to wonder if he was thinking, "wow, she is really old...Are we sure she is my mom?" When I think about it seriously, I am going to be 49 years old when he graduates from high school. FORTY-NINE! That is way into my middle age years...'cause I don't really plan on waiting 'til I'm 100 to die.
I blame my husband anyway; not for my age, but because I was so old when I became a mother. If he wouldn't have married his first wife, and then spent 7 years with her, I may have been able to meet him earlier and get married before I was 29, and then could have had a baby before I was 31. But what is done is done and I truly am happy.
Like I said, I met D, my honey, when I was 29. We were set up on a blind date (we are proof they can work out). We were married 5 months and 9 days later! When I married D it wasn't because I just fell in love with him, but I also fell in love with his 3 boys...Olie, Skater, and Moo. I love being a step-mom, but it is a very complicated role. You can never take the place of their mom, which I wouldn't want to do and they still have a mom, but you try to be the mom when they are with you, but you aren't really the mom, and once you have your own kids then to some people in the house you are the mom, so you are the mom, just not to them (the step-kids)...Like I said, it is complicated, and more or less confusing for all of us. We are dealing with it and it is getting easier (sometimes), after nearly 3 years it better be.
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I love your description of being a step mom. I've been working at it for almost 3 years, and I still feel lost a majority of the time! Anyway, I love your blog! Your stories are hilarious, and oddly similar to my own. They make me laugh, and I need that!
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