Getting Adjusted to a Stepmom

Yesterday (Day 2 of the meal planning & new roomie) was hard.  Marcus & I worked an event (wake at 7am, take the kids by 9am, pack equipment at 9am, restaurant at 10am, event at 11am-2pm).  Then afterwards we had to finish moving all of our catering stuff to a new storage.  Moving boxes & catering equipment, shelving units & glass racks is not very fun at 2:30 in the afternoon in Dallas, TX in the middle of summer.  Which is one of the reasons for the move into a climate controlled space. 

Marcus finished while I picked up the boys & came home.  The plan was to have a snack then with Marcus, go to the store to buy BB some clothes because we are very very low on clothes that fit.  Marcus took much longer than we anticipated so we tried to do some homework while we waited.  BB was frustrated because he wanted to be playing, Isaiah was frustrated because he wanted to play with BB, & I was frustrated that there was so much chaos.  Finally I decided to leave, fearing that we would end up being at the store at bedtime if we waited much longer. 

When we arrived at the store, I got out to get the stroller ready & BB asked if he could take his football.  I said no, thinking there would be lots to grab his attention in the store & we didn't need anything to potentially lose.  But then I thought, ehhhh whatever, let him take the ball.  But he didn't hear me say that; instead he said well I'm taking MY BALL!  And went to grab it.  I said he wouldn't be taking it now. 

Pout pout pout, but I want to.  I asked if this is what he did when his mommy said no.   

No. 

So why are you acting like this with me?   

Because I want to take my ball. 

But don't you think you should listen to all adults & all the people that love you including me like you listen to your mommy? 

Yes. 

Then he went for the ball again like saying the right answer would land him what he wanted. 

Oh no, I said, still no ball.  You have to have a good attitude to start with to get the ball.  You can't fix it now to get what you want.  You can have a good attitude in the future, but you're not getting your ball now, no matter how many questions you answer right.  Pout pout pout. 

He ran to the door while I was putting Isaiah into the stroller. 

BB!  Get away from the door right now.  I walked over.  You know your daddy's going to be here soon, & you are getting in trouble. 

Nooooooo!!!!  He cried bloody murder then cried & cried & cried & wailed in front of the store.  We waited & waited.  Marcus called only to say he would be 20-30 more minutes & asked to talk to BB.  Yes sir.  Yes sir.  Okay I will.  He hung up the phone.  Okay Jewels, I'll do whatever you say. 

I explained that I would always tell his daddy about the way he is acting.  So it's best if he always does things that his daddy & mommy & God would be proud of.  He said he understood. 

He was okay after that.  We got several items before Marcus got there & it was instantly better when he arrived.  Of course he informed me that all of the things I picked out for BB were too small now.  He had moved on to the next size. 

It was fun after that.  The boys enjoyed their daddy.  Isaiah refused to come to me.  Instead he insisted on helping Marcus do everything. 

I planned on not cooking because I knew shopping would take up the whole evening.  And guess where Marcus picked to go eat?  Tacos.  So I had another taco salad, minus everything good about it & it was worse than the one I made the night before.  Hunnie how is your salad?  Marcus asked.  Well hunnie, it's not so delicious without the cheese & the sour cream.  Some queso as an appetizer.  And a margarita.  Blehhh, Mexican food is no good on this diet. 

And now...  Watch as Isaiah roams the aisles of Old Navy. 

 Awww....