Dum...dum....da...dummm.............

Well the week has finally arrived.  We started packing last night, the to-do list is down to it's last to-dos, and I'm fielding about 100 questions a day.  I know when all the family and bridal party are arriving from out-of-town, when the caterer is coming, when the dj is coming, what shoes and clothes everyone is wearing, how many chairs are going where, what the kids are eating, who's watching them, when my dye-job-gone-wrong hair is getting fixed, what we're eating and drinking, who's serving it, and somewhere in there I'm figuring out where I'm supposed to be and how I'm getting to and fro.  I also now clearly know why people elope. 

I'm a little neurotic.  This is not new information.  My neurosis is only increased by people like the tuxedo rental guy (the grown-up guys are wearing suits, we're only renting vests and ties for the little guys) fail to put in the order and I only find out because I double-checked.  Score one for the neurotic double-checking bride. 

I'm excited to be getting married, leaving the single life behind does not evoke feelings of grief or entrapment for me like it does some.  I enjoyed it enough to bid it a fond farewell, and hated it enough not to miss it even a little.  I'm very much in love with NG, I love and enjoy (most of the time) TD, and I'm looking forward to expanding our family and growing old together. 

I'm sure it will be an adventure.  It already has been and I don't see that changing.  TD will be a teenager before we know it, and I can't see that going smoothly.  I was a relatively easy teenager, I had nice friends, I never even required a curfew, so I'm not sure I'm prepared for having a teenage girl.  I have a lot of child-rearing knowledge, but putting it into practice when you only have (at best) 20% influence (we have her 40% of the time, I'm 1/2 of the couple), is a whole different story.  So we'll see.  Regardless, I'm sure we'll get through it.  It may not always be fun, but we're prone to laughing at ridiculousness, so hopefully our 50th anniversary will find us laughing in our rocking chairs and TD and her kids wondering what the hell we're laughing at. 

Being a Guest

I was told last night that I am, in TD's opinion, a guest.  No kidding.  Over a year, much time and effort on my part, and this is what I get.  At least this is how it sounded initially, and I'm not yet totally convinced this isn't her thought/wish/perspective.  

We were all sitting on the couch, laughing and playing following an impressive pouting episode over dessert. Food, eating, what's for dinner, dessert, "yes you need to eat", etc are all common catalysts for pouting episodes in our house.  They are impressive in both their intensity and their duration.  TD doesn't like anything that doesn't come from McDonalds or another restaurant. We don't eat out much, hence the pouting. So there we are, recovered from the pouting, and having fun.  She decided this was a great time to tickle me, we're laughing, being silly, and NG smacks her on the butt (playing).  She says something to the effect of "no butt smacking in front of the guest".

Now I ignored it the first time, tried to laugh it off, and then she said it again.  And again.  And perhaps another time.  As this went on, I literally withdrew.  My heart was broken.  After all of my effort and things going well, I'm relegated to the role of houseguest.  I moved to the other end of the couch, got my laptop, and disengaged.  Think turtle in shell.  NG, being the sweet and tuned-in guy he is, says "Whatcha doin all the way over there??" to which I replied "This is where guests sit."

TD looks at me with this odd expression on her face, NG does not look pleased, and I'm just trying not to cry.  All I could think was "Here we go.  A week and a half before the wedding and she's decided I'm disposable.  This is the shoe dropping I've been waiting for.  She's going to flip out at the wedding, her mother's going to encourage her hating me, and NGs going to be caught in the middle.  Guess who loses when that happens?  Me."  It was not a pretty mental picture. 

Then I started to think about my boss.  I know that sounds weird, but she has daughters my age and very healthy relationships with them, and they're healthy because they talk.  If someone's upset, they talk about it, when bad things happen, they talk about it, if someone's feelings are hurt, they talk about it.  That's new for me, my family didn't do that.  In an effort to be healthier, I said "TD when you called me a guest that really hurt my feelings and made me feel like you don't want me here."  Then SHE started crying and went to her room.  The kid part of me thought "Why does she get to cry when I'M the one with the hurt feelings??????  That's SO not fair!"

NG gave her a minute then went in to talk to her.  He reiterated that we're getting married next week, and if something's wrong, she needs to talk to us about it.  I just stayed put, I didn't know what else to do.  I tried to talk to her after he did and she wouldn't talk to me.  About 30m later she came in to our room where I was folding laundry (even in the midst of drama, laundry has to be done) and gave me a huge hug with big fat tears.  She said she was sorry, she didn't mean it the way it sounded, and that she's glad I'm here.  I told her I wasn't going anywhere, in a good way, and I was thanked her for her apology.    I told her I loved her, and later when she was in bed she called "good night (me), I love you!".  Very sweet.  

I imagine in the long run that will be a defining moment for our family and our relationship.  In processing it over the day, I think it was a test.  Or a pop quiz since it didn't appear pre-meditated or contrived.  I think I passed, and we passed as a family.  It was a big test for me, that's for sure.  I'm prone to not addressing things, my family is one to ignore and let things fester, so it was a really big deal for me to tell a 9yo that she hurt my feelings, to address it on the spot then process it with NG later.  He was impressed with my reaction, I thought he did a fine job talking to her and backing me up (simultaneously), and all is almost right with the world again.  It's going to take me a couple of days to fully recover from that one, it hit me pretty hard.  Getting married after you've lost your mom, even if it was 9 years ago, is hard.  Getting shit from a 9yo doesn't help that.   My threshold for emotional situations isn't exactly at it's highest.



Seriously?

For the year that I have been around, the visitation situation with TD has been flexible to the point of driving me crazy.  I'm glad TD and the ex can communicate relatively well, but I like structure.  It's hard to make plans for dinner, friends, trips, well everything when you never know if you're going to have a 9yo in tow.  I enjoy having her, it isn't that at all, but it does change what you can and can't do.  Not like you can take said 9yo to Beerfest Oktoberfest (which is coming up this weekend and I'm sooooo excited about).  You have to plan for these things, which brings me to the events of this past weekend..........
It was our weekend.  That should be the end of the conversation as far as I'm concerned.  We picked TD up from school on Friday and had a great night Friday night.  TD said she would like to pitch a tent and sleep in the front yard, which sounded like fun to me, so that's what we did.  NG's bachelor party was Saturday night, so he slept in his own bed in preparation for the long night ahead.  So it was just me and TD, in a tent, on an air mattress, in sleeping bags.  We had a ball, it was so much fun.  She's fascinated by stories of my childhood, I think because they usually involve my brother and she's an only. 
A couple days ahead of time, the ex asked NG if she could have TD for a birthday party on Saturday.  Turns out, after asking TD about it, that its the birthday of a friend of her mom's kid that TD doesn't even like.  NG tries to play nice, as his nickname would indicate, so she comes and gets her at 11 with the plan being to return her at 2.  I ran some wedding errands, came home at 2:30 to no TD.  Apparently she's being returned at 4 now.  Come 6:00p NG finally just goes to her mom's and picks her up.  In my head, this is insanity.  I needed to take TD shopping for rehersal dinner clothes and shoes for the wedding, by the time she's home and showered and stopped crying, it's after 7.  Why, you ask, was she crying?  Because the ex is an idiot. 
At what I can only assume was a time after TD was to be returned to us, her mother leaves with her friend (the mother of the birthday boy) to go shopping, leaving TD with an 11yo boy, an 8yo boy, and their dad.  Being a child therapist, hearing the stories of so many victims of child molestation, this disturbs me quite a bit, but what do I know, I'm just the step.  Anway, so mom leaves and TD asks the dad if they can go to the park.  This was a mistake on her part since she knows she's not allowed to go without an adult.  Given that mom left her with this guy who doesn't know the rules, he said yes, and off they went.  A 9yo girl with an older and a younger boy, to the park, in a city, unattended.  Awesome. 
By the time they get back, mom's home and screaming at TD.  Takes her prized video game that she had just gotten that day, and sends her back to us sobbing.  Super. 
This is the end, theoretically, of the interrupted weekends.  Its something ridiculous like the 4th visit in a row that mom has found some reason she HAS TO HAVE TD to do something.  Like seeing a play that was in town for 3 weeks, that was last time.  Seriously?  Maybe that's what happens when your 9yo daughter is your best friend.

Another long time.........

.......no post.  It's been 9 months since my last post, or so says Blogspot, and that is really unacceptable.  Quite a bit has happened in that time, but I'll just hit the highlights.  First and foremost, NG and I got engaged on April 10 and will be getting married October 2.  That's partially why I haven't been blogging, wedding planning is a real bitch sometimes.  Also need a new name for my blog since he quit hiding........I'm taking suggestions!
The whole step parenting thing is quite an adventure, as several of you well know.  TD is mostly doing well.  She's pretty spoiled, being an only and having a pretty indulgent mom, but once she gets settled in with us she does really well the majority of the time.  She usually has some kind of inappropriate behavior right about the time she comes and right about the time she's leaving.  Transitions are so hard, I wish we could have her a week on and a week off to make it easier for everyone.  Check out the crazy visitation schedule: if we have her the upcoming weekend, we have her on Wednesday night.  If we don't have her that coming weekend, we have her on Tuesday and Wednesday nights or sometimes Wednesday and Thursday, depending on the whims of mom and whatever extracurricular she has that night.  Currently she has extracurriculars EVERY NIGHT BUT WEDNESDAY.  Seriously. 
I definitely have some concerns about her, nothing terribly odd right now but things I wonder about how they'll look when she's 16.......she has some seriously picky eating behaviors and sometimes just won't eat all day if she's not given what she wants, she paints her fingernails black, wants a tattoo on her lower back (aka a tramp stamp), and she dropped the f bomb a few weeks ago over her Webkins.  The last one was really just funny and hasn't happened again.  The eating thing makes me worry about her developing anorexia.  The mini-goth thing?  Guess we'll just wait and see.
NG is as wonderful today as he was when I last wrote.  Caring, thoughtful, sweet, and wonderful.  I'm excited to marry him and excited for our life together, even if we end up with an anorexic goth for a teenager.

So that's the update for now.  I'll catch up on more details from the last few months as I go along.  It won't be that long again!