The Wifezilla Diaries

This past weekend we had the kids and we have them now until tomorrow afternoon.  Robert is off work this week so he is home with the kids by himself playing the role of SAHD.  I imagine that if I were to be a fly on the wall in the house while I am at work, it would resemble some sort of sitcom in which the dad looks around helplessly trying to figure out things like where the wife “hid” the lunch meat and how the wife manages to cook a meal, tie a shoe, email someone, and make lunches for the next day simultaneously.  I just hope the house is in one piece when I get home. 

I digress.  What I really want to write about it something that I thought about this weekend.  I’ve thought about it before but it really hit me this weekend.  You see, my parents (my mom and stepfather) are amazing people.  Love them to pieces.  When I came home and told them I was dating a divorced man with two kids who was ten years older than me, neither of them batted an eyelash.  I had kind of expected them to fall into the floor and go into convulsions but not the case.  Instead they accepted not only Robert with open arms, but also Sydney and Tyler.  My mom of course has wanted grandkids for as long as I can remember and well, she was shit out of luck with me until Robert and the kids came along.  And boy did she relish in that moment of having instant grandkids.  To say she was excited is an understatement I feel.  When the kids first met my mom, Robert told them to call her “Miss Jane”.  He has always been a stickler for the kids calling adults “Miss” and “Mister” so that is what she was from the get go and that is what she still is to them - Miss Jane. 

That was about four years ago when she met them.  She calls them her grandkids.  On her Facebook pictures, she says things like, “My granddaughter having a lemonade stand at my house”.  Now, they are not her biological grandchildren but to her, they ARE her grandchildren.  When Robert realized that she did this, I think he fell even more in love with my family for accepting the kids as their own.  They do everything with the kids that they would do if they were biologically theirs and it is something that not just everyone would do. 

This past weekend, Sydney was in another pageant like she was last year (my eyes are rolling right now so far back into my head I can barely type…anyway….) and my parents drove the hour to come see her in it.  Now, Robert and I are used to the drill by now.  At any event where E is, Tyler instantly runs to her and it is pure hell to get him to come back to us when it’s time to leave.  This was no different.  Tyler came with us (Robert and I, and my parents) and he instantly went running to E and her parents - his biological grandparents.  I admit to some sort of feeling of…jealousy?  Anger?  Hurt?  when this happens.  I do nothing about it of course, but I won’t lie.  There is some feeling there when this happens.  This weekend though I thought…hm.  I wonder how my parents feel about this?  They are like me in this situation.  Thrown into as a “second best” relative to the kids if you really want to get right down to it.  Does my mom get that feeling when the kids come somewhere with us and they instantly run to their other grandparents and forget that my parents even exist?  My mom is tough as nails so I bet she just lets it roll off her back but I have to wonder.  How is it to be the stepGRANDparent?  They are further removed from the situation then myself but still…what is that like?  I wonder how other people’s parents have dealt with them instantly having stepchildren.  Do they love it?  Were they worried at first?

Now, back to praying the the house is one piece when I get home.  Sigh.