This was my former life. Oh Hawaii - I do miss you sometimes. I mean, just look at it!!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
No not so steak steak dinner
It went fine. I need to take a deep breath and say that again slowly. It. went. fine. Or at least I think it did - it's pretty hard to have a deep philosophical conversation about divorce and the new girlfriend with a 6 yr old and an 8 yr old.
They have been to our apartment 3 times now. I have cooked. Actually, I'll amend that statement, I have cooked and 'baked'. People who know me will tell me that you would be mad not to eat my cooking, and mad if you did try my baking. Kids, it seems, are much less fickle. The rule I will adhere to religiously from here on in is that if its chocolate and it's messy, then its good.
Wow its strange to go from a zero to 3 in the space of 3 weeks. For those of you with kids, you had some warning. 9 months is the traditional notice period I think :) And after that you get plenty of practice at having your previous life systematically dismantled. For me, one day I was childless, the next - I was the bumbling (but thankfully part time) stepmother of 3.
One thing that was immediately apparent to me is that kids alter the time space continuum. However long you think its going to take, double it. Then add a bit more on just in case. Just getting dressed turns into an Oscar worthy production. Its a lot of work. But you know what? I LOVE IT.
We're going to IKEA to get bunkbeds next week. Stay tuned for the furniture assembly.
They have been to our apartment 3 times now. I have cooked. Actually, I'll amend that statement, I have cooked and 'baked'. People who know me will tell me that you would be mad not to eat my cooking, and mad if you did try my baking. Kids, it seems, are much less fickle. The rule I will adhere to religiously from here on in is that if its chocolate and it's messy, then its good.
Wow its strange to go from a zero to 3 in the space of 3 weeks. For those of you with kids, you had some warning. 9 months is the traditional notice period I think :) And after that you get plenty of practice at having your previous life systematically dismantled. For me, one day I was childless, the next - I was the bumbling (but thankfully part time) stepmother of 3.
One thing that was immediately apparent to me is that kids alter the time space continuum. However long you think its going to take, double it. Then add a bit more on just in case. Just getting dressed turns into an Oscar worthy production. Its a lot of work. But you know what? I LOVE IT.
We're going to IKEA to get bunkbeds next week. Stay tuned for the furniture assembly.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The First Meeting
How can someone be so nervous about meeting a 6 yr old, an 8 yr old and an 11 yr old? They aren't going to notice that I've brushed my hair 30 times, or touched up my make up. They won't share in the agony of choosing an outfit that somehow combines elegance, coolness and 'mommy chic' (whatever that means.) The certainly won't care that I've rehearsed this moment a million times in my head, and now I'm terrified. J says that the kids live in their own little world, but I'm worried. I've never been around kids before. What if I say the wrong thing, what if I'm not cool enough, or too nice, or not nice enough? It's easy for him, he's known them all their lives. I'm coming in at a late stage of the game. 'At least they aren't teenagers', he says, trying to comfort me. And I'm thinking in my head, yeah - they aren't now, but they will be.
I first met them at a restaurant known for its steaks. Bad start - I don't eat meat. Actually, that's not technically true, I do eat it, but only on my terms. That's a whole other post. Anyway, so the millionth outfit I put on has to do, because the only thing that would have been worse than wearing the wrong thing, would have been being late. When I arrive I almost can't get out of the car. Its crazy to say it now, but my knees were shaking. What if the kids of the man I love, the man I want to spend forever with don't like me? What if, god forbid, I don't like them? The enormity of the situation hits me, right there in the car park. I sit there for a good 5 minutes before a text from J, asking where I am, spurs me into action. I walk across the car park and tel myself, very sternly, that I am being a complete drama queen, and this is not a big deal. But as soon as I open the door to the restaurant and look to my right, I know it is a big deal. It's huge. It's everything.
I first met them at a restaurant known for its steaks. Bad start - I don't eat meat. Actually, that's not technically true, I do eat it, but only on my terms. That's a whole other post. Anyway, so the millionth outfit I put on has to do, because the only thing that would have been worse than wearing the wrong thing, would have been being late. When I arrive I almost can't get out of the car. Its crazy to say it now, but my knees were shaking. What if the kids of the man I love, the man I want to spend forever with don't like me? What if, god forbid, I don't like them? The enormity of the situation hits me, right there in the car park. I sit there for a good 5 minutes before a text from J, asking where I am, spurs me into action. I walk across the car park and tel myself, very sternly, that I am being a complete drama queen, and this is not a big deal. But as soon as I open the door to the restaurant and look to my right, I know it is a big deal. It's huge. It's everything.
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