In addition to the daycare that I must have started working at recently, we will be living in a bigger zoo than usual this weekend!
I say I’ve started working in a daycare because the staff are fighting over toys and bathrooms.
You heard right, bathrooms.
One gal wants a table that another gal has in HER room, and neither want to give up anything that MAY be more valuable to the other.
Another gal doesn’t want ANYONE to use HER bathroom.
WHAT? You’ve got to be kidding.
I didn’t know we had assigned bathrooms here, but ok.
Add to that the other various squabbles and bitching, and you have the makings of a really bad mood, and a boss that isn’t in the best of moods as it is.
I’m sad. I prefer my boss in a good mood, but even my high-jinks here can’t get a smile out of her today.
I lost my mind when I said I would take care of my poor mother’s dogs, Ricky Retardo, and Lucille Biter. Put them with my damned dog and cats and there will be a lot of noise, barking, pooping, peeing, and headaches to be sure. (While I’m thinking of it mom, bring a roll of paper towel, we are out!)
Then The Man corners me in the kitchen last night. It wouldn’t have been ALL bad but he’s making me eat stuff like salad and stick bread, so there wasn’t anything to snack on except veggies, and THAT wasn’t going to work.
“How would you feel if we got my daughter for the weekend?”
After my eye stopped twitching I thought: Ok, so no matter what I say here, unless it’s something totally positive, I’m a poophead.
“I think that would be just fine, we have my daughter and the baby here all the time, it’s only fair to have your daughter come over!”
Mind you I’ve never been CLOSE to being a step mommy to anyone, let alone what I’m expecting to be a sulky, pouty 16 year old with an attitude toward me ‘cuz I’m NOT the Mommy!
I’m nervous as hell to say the LEAST! Trying to run thru in my head what we could POSSIBLY do to entertain her for the weekend. How to keep the animals off her and how many sets of ear plugs we should buy for her so she can sleep thru all the barking and fighting that will be going on with all the animals in the middle of the night.
I remember what I did as a 16 year old, but how do you prevent that from happening with any OTHER 16 year old… Sorry mom!
I’m thinking that I will charge $5 for those that would like to come over and see all the exhibits. We will be open from 11am until 8pm.
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Being "step-mommy" means (in most cases other than my OWN) that you can hang out with her and enjoy her as a person and leave the grown up tough stuff to her parents. Kinda like being a big sister.
Enjoy her and smile at the fact that her mother has to put up with her the rest of the time.
"Ricky Retardo, and Lucille Biter"
LOL!!!!!!!
Yea... don't care to be the mother of a teenager again... thanks! Hate those people. I'm sure she will be just as uncomfortable as I am... but I'm hoping her dad will put us both at ease!
Your mother calls Ricky that... but Lucille is another story... bad dogs!
Made me laugh! Sorry you have to have a 'zoo'. Buck up tho! They will all go home by Monday. Better than living with ya! Besides, Lucille might whip the step kid in shape or vise versa. They are BAD dogs and one of them is just plain STUPID!!
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