It's not.
And in two short days we'll have them again. I miss them like crazy and can't wait to have their smiling faces and laughing voices filling the house again, but I also can't believe how these last three weeks flew by so quickly. I'm still not back to myself after the weeks of our little one waking me in the middle of the night to help her potty, fighting with our oldest over makeup, clothes (did I ever mention that she has the immodesty of a toddler. 10-year-old body hanging out all over the place is NOT okay with me!) and anything else she could challenge me on and Wolfey and our middle child breaking my heart but I'm getting there. I have high hopes that I will be back to blogging daily here shortly, but in the mean time I'm taking my New You to help me sleep better and my greens for energy and just plugging away!
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Saturday, August 3, 2013
I truly have the best Man in the entire world
I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in about 2 weeks. That is in part just my weird body not letting me sleep well, in part due to not sleeping soundly because I'm listening for the girls and in part because the girls actually have needed me during the night. Last night, Man and I got in to it a bit, only because he's worried about me and I'm bull headed. He was suggesting different methods for me to get more sleep tonight (taking a sleeping pill, going to bed immediately after dinner and letting him take care of the evening craziness of getting the girls through the bath and the animals fed, etc.) and I was getting mad at him for trying to tell me what to do. Sounds about right. After all, I was still pretty grumptastic. So, long story short, we fell asleep with Man feeling defeated and me more than a little irritated with him. And then I overslept. I was supposed to be at work at 9:30 this morning and woke up at 9:50. And I have a 45 minute drive. I have no clue how I managed to sleep that late (I never sleep past 8:00) but I woke to the sound of the girls giggling in their room, rolled over to see how early they'd woken up and jumped out of bed. Man never said a word about him being right about me needing sleep, but jumped out of bed and asked what he could do to help. He filled my water bottles, packed my lunch and fed the animals. He ushered the girls out of my way so I could fly through the house like a tornado getting ready. He kissed me goodbye and saw me out the door without saying a single "I told you so." And let's be honest, he would have been totally justified in saying that. Then, on his way to his appointment (to which he was late, by the way, because of helping me get ready), he called just to make sure I had made it to work and was okay. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am SO lucky to love such an amazing Man!
Friday, August 2, 2013
It's better to be pissed off than pissed on
Living in a small three bedroom house where one bedroom is used as an office for Man, we have three girls stuffed into one bedroom like sardines. Okay, it's not quite that bad since it's a big bedroom, but it's still tight quarters with three girls, three beds, three wardrobes, you get the point. Consequently, bunk beds are a must. For some reason, our youngest insists on being on the top bunk and although some may question the merits of putting a 6 year old on the top bunk, it's worked out pretty well. Until this week. Sunday night, just as Man and I were getting into bed, we heard our youngest giggling. We thought she was having a dream (she frequently talks in her sleep) and didn't think much of it, but she just kept going, getting louder and louder until we were worried she would wake her sisters. Finally Man went in to quiet her down and she told him she'd wet the bed. We're still not sure why she laughed when she woke up in a wet bed but I talked to her the next day and she told me the reason she peed the bed was because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to make it down the ladder from her bed. We talked about better ways to handle it and agreed that from then on she would call for me if she had to potty during the night and I would help her down from her bed. It sounded like a great idea until she started calling for me every night. I haven't slept through the night since Sunday night and last night, for some reason, between the two of us, I was up 3 times during the night for restroom breaks. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather go running to get her out of bed than have to change her sheets in the middle of the night, but I could really use a good night's sleep.
I'm one of those people who really needs my sleep. I can go a couple nights with less sleep, but the longer I go, the grumpier I get. Today, I'm pretty grumptastic. I was at the point of saying she couldn't sleep in the top bunk any more when my foster friend had a brilliant idea. She suggested we get our youngest a touch light to mount at the top of the ladder, so when she wakes up she can hit the light and climb down on her own. I'm not sure why I didn't think of it on my own, but it's genius. I plan to pick one up tonight and stick it up there before bed time, and I'm really hoping to get to sleep through the night tonight!
I'm one of those people who really needs my sleep. I can go a couple nights with less sleep, but the longer I go, the grumpier I get. Today, I'm pretty grumptastic. I was at the point of saying she couldn't sleep in the top bunk any more when my foster friend had a brilliant idea. She suggested we get our youngest a touch light to mount at the top of the ladder, so when she wakes up she can hit the light and climb down on her own. I'm not sure why I didn't think of it on my own, but it's genius. I plan to pick one up tonight and stick it up there before bed time, and I'm really hoping to get to sleep through the night tonight!
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Calling all moms
And cosmetologists. And wedding planners. And anyone else who has an honest opinion on this one.
In many ways, our oldest is more mature than her age, but in so many others she's just a baby. I think going through the divorce put her in a rough spot and she has sometimes been put in the position of being the other adult in one house or the other. I have seen Man put responsibilities on her that I don't think she should have (little things like taking her sisters to the restroom when we go out to eat or being the one in charge while he works from home) and you can tell just from spending time with her that her mother has done the same, though even more so. She is quite the mother hen to her sisters and doesn't call them by their names or "my sisters", but always calls them "the little girls" and gets upset if you remind her that she is little, too.
It's tough, because she's 10, so she's right at that age where she thinks she's big and she's well on her way, but she's still a child. This is evidenced by the fact that she still needs tucked in every night, still wants me to brush her hair and still needs Man to make her plate and cut her meat at dinner.
So here's the deal: I'm battling our 10 year old on the makeup issue right now. She wants to wear makeup for the wedding and I told her we could do a little. Then her mom bought her clear mascara and she suddenly thinks that's an every day thing. In fact, our middle child was going through the bag they took to the sitter's today (my awesome cousin has the girls today and was going to take them to the pool until the weather turned sour) and found a bag of makeup our oldest had packed, even though I've told her countless times she is not to take it places. So now that the little bit of makeup I was going to allow for the wedding has become the norm, since her mom gave it to her without clearing it with Man or me. This wouldn't be such an issue, except she thinks she has to do more than what she does every day for the wedding, so now she has decided she needs black mascara for the wedding. Bear in mind, not only is she 10, but she's got red hair and a porcelain complexion. Black mascara is going to make her look like a raccoon!
So today when we were duking it out in the car on the way to our dress fitting before I had to be at work, I got to thinking about what I did when I was 10. And unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I had the clear mascara back then. The difference was, BBS is 3 years older than me, so I pretty much got things when she did, so I was ahead of the curve, while our oldest is (obviously) the oldest and I am so NOT ready for the other 2 to be wearing ANY makeup! So here's where I need help: do Man and I make her put the clear mascara away somewhere when she's here so it will be a special thing for the wedding or allow the clear mascara as a daily thing and then allow more for the wedding? And if we go that route, just how far do I let her push it for the wedding? I KNOW I'm not going to let her do black mascara, but does anyone have any other suggestions? Help!
In many ways, our oldest is more mature than her age, but in so many others she's just a baby. I think going through the divorce put her in a rough spot and she has sometimes been put in the position of being the other adult in one house or the other. I have seen Man put responsibilities on her that I don't think she should have (little things like taking her sisters to the restroom when we go out to eat or being the one in charge while he works from home) and you can tell just from spending time with her that her mother has done the same, though even more so. She is quite the mother hen to her sisters and doesn't call them by their names or "my sisters", but always calls them "the little girls" and gets upset if you remind her that she is little, too.
It's tough, because she's 10, so she's right at that age where she thinks she's big and she's well on her way, but she's still a child. This is evidenced by the fact that she still needs tucked in every night, still wants me to brush her hair and still needs Man to make her plate and cut her meat at dinner.
So here's the deal: I'm battling our 10 year old on the makeup issue right now. She wants to wear makeup for the wedding and I told her we could do a little. Then her mom bought her clear mascara and she suddenly thinks that's an every day thing. In fact, our middle child was going through the bag they took to the sitter's today (my awesome cousin has the girls today and was going to take them to the pool until the weather turned sour) and found a bag of makeup our oldest had packed, even though I've told her countless times she is not to take it places. So now that the little bit of makeup I was going to allow for the wedding has become the norm, since her mom gave it to her without clearing it with Man or me. This wouldn't be such an issue, except she thinks she has to do more than what she does every day for the wedding, so now she has decided she needs black mascara for the wedding. Bear in mind, not only is she 10, but she's got red hair and a porcelain complexion. Black mascara is going to make her look like a raccoon!
So today when we were duking it out in the car on the way to our dress fitting before I had to be at work, I got to thinking about what I did when I was 10. And unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I had the clear mascara back then. The difference was, BBS is 3 years older than me, so I pretty much got things when she did, so I was ahead of the curve, while our oldest is (obviously) the oldest and I am so NOT ready for the other 2 to be wearing ANY makeup! So here's where I need help: do Man and I make her put the clear mascara away somewhere when she's here so it will be a special thing for the wedding or allow the clear mascara as a daily thing and then allow more for the wedding? And if we go that route, just how far do I let her push it for the wedding? I KNOW I'm not going to let her do black mascara, but does anyone have any other suggestions? Help!
Monday, July 22, 2013
Shower report
The shower was awesome! :) Of course I knew BBS and my aunts weren't going to torture me too much, but it was really a great day. My foster friend came over to do my hair and we were almost done when Man got home with the girls. We finished up real quick and ran out the door. The girls immediately gravitated toward Princess and Miss Thing while I made my way around visiting everyone and when it was time for gifts, all the little girls (our three, Princess and my cousin's two little girls) swarmed around me and "helped" me. They brought me presents, unwrapped things, held things up for people to see, wandered off with gifts (especially the really cool stuff I really wanted!) and photo bombed just about every picture. It was crazy, chaotic and wonderful! There was one time when I had to ask the girls to back off just a little because I was starting to feel claustrophobic with them all so close but there was another time when I said to my aunt "I certainly feel loved today" and our oldest piped up with "we love you every day!" and that made all the squishiness totally worth it! I am so lucky to love such amazing women who want to throw a shower for me, more awesome women who want to attend said shower and a bunch of crazy girls who steal the show and make it such a great experience for me!
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
It's a wonderful life
Remember when I said I have some really awesome family? Well, I really do. In fact, I have more examples.
Sunday I was completely wiped out after work. Man called and asked me to stop at the grocery store on my way home to pick up a few last minute things for dinner. I got home and he had things almost completely ready and was just waiting on my few items...which, of course, I got wrong. Instead of getting frustrated that he put so much work into something I screwed up, Man totally rolled with it and made my mistakes work. And we had an amazing dinner! It was really awesome to come home to yummy smells and happy faces around the table!
Monday Man tromped through pastures, ducked into corn fields, climbed a semi and sat on farm equipment all in the sweltering heat so I could have the engagement shoot I've always wanted down at Dad's farm. Yes, we did get engaged in January, and yes we did just get our engagement pictures done in July, but time kind of got away from us, deal with it. Additionally, an old friend from high school gave up an evening with her family and joined us in that sweltering heat at 7 months pregnant to take the pictures for us!
Wednesday BBS and I took 9 kids from 4 different families to the zoo. We had BBS's 2 little ones (the 3 older ones are on vacation with our parents), Man's 3, the 3 kids BBS babysits and BBS's niece, ranging in age from 10 months to 11 years. We sweat, we got rained on, we had an awesome time. We fully acknowledge that we're crazy for taking so many kids, especially with only 2 adults, but there's no one else I would have rathered do it with!
Life may not be perfect, but I'm not sure how it could get much better!
Sunday I was completely wiped out after work. Man called and asked me to stop at the grocery store on my way home to pick up a few last minute things for dinner. I got home and he had things almost completely ready and was just waiting on my few items...which, of course, I got wrong. Instead of getting frustrated that he put so much work into something I screwed up, Man totally rolled with it and made my mistakes work. And we had an amazing dinner! It was really awesome to come home to yummy smells and happy faces around the table!
Monday Man tromped through pastures, ducked into corn fields, climbed a semi and sat on farm equipment all in the sweltering heat so I could have the engagement shoot I've always wanted down at Dad's farm. Yes, we did get engaged in January, and yes we did just get our engagement pictures done in July, but time kind of got away from us, deal with it. Additionally, an old friend from high school gave up an evening with her family and joined us in that sweltering heat at 7 months pregnant to take the pictures for us!
Wednesday BBS and I took 9 kids from 4 different families to the zoo. We had BBS's 2 little ones (the 3 older ones are on vacation with our parents), Man's 3, the 3 kids BBS babysits and BBS's niece, ranging in age from 10 months to 11 years. We sweat, we got rained on, we had an awesome time. We fully acknowledge that we're crazy for taking so many kids, especially with only 2 adults, but there's no one else I would have rathered do it with!
Life may not be perfect, but I'm not sure how it could get much better!
Saturday, June 8, 2013
All my favorite boys playing corn hole together
Family party today. Not all men are good with kids. Not all Dads are good with kids other than their own. Somehow I got lucky enough to find a man who us not only a wonderful father but also amazing with my nieces and nephews!
Please note Doll Baby's hilarious get up with his underwear hanging out of his pants. I wish I could show you the previous picture with his pants up under his armpits but it shows his face. He told me he was a hobo. Not sure where he even learned that word but it was pretty funny!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, I'm just having issues with my smarter-than-me phone and have been too busy to sit down at a computer. I promise I'll be back soon but for now I'm phoning it in with this picture of our adorable girls on our family outing to the zoo the other day.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Juicing, part 7, the final days
Wow, I realize this was more than a week ago and I'm just now getting to cleaning up the post and publishing it. Oops! I promise I'll wrap this whole juicing thing up soon!
Day 13: Friday, Weight 201
Today is the last day of the full fast. I was really hoping that number up there was going to be an even 200 but for some reason the weight loss has slowed down. I can't complain too much, though; 15 pounds in 13 days is pretty impressive. I'm feeling good and enjoying the fact that I no longer need to eat but I am looking forward to real food again. I still wonder if this was the most healthy way to do a cleanse, but all in all I feel good and it's been a fairly positive experience. I really hope we can keep up with juicing once I'm eating.
Day 14: Saturday, Weight 200
I DID IT!! I had to weigh myself again today just to see if I was able to hit 200 before starting with real food and I did! I'm really looking forward to dinner tonight!
Later in the day: Dinner was kind of a disappointment. Man and I took the girls to our favorite restaurant and although it was great to eat again and even better to sit down together as a family, the food just didn't taste that good. I only ate about half of my meal and took it home with me, hoping it may taste better to me tomorrow. (Note from the day I'm posting instead of the day I wrote this: it didn't really taste any different. I'm wondering if it was the food and not me) I'm really looking forward to seeing how this goes in the future. The plan is to continue to juice during the day, but to eat a healthy breakfast and dinner. We'll see!
Day 13: Friday, Weight 201
Today is the last day of the full fast. I was really hoping that number up there was going to be an even 200 but for some reason the weight loss has slowed down. I can't complain too much, though; 15 pounds in 13 days is pretty impressive. I'm feeling good and enjoying the fact that I no longer need to eat but I am looking forward to real food again. I still wonder if this was the most healthy way to do a cleanse, but all in all I feel good and it's been a fairly positive experience. I really hope we can keep up with juicing once I'm eating.
Day 14: Saturday, Weight 200
I DID IT!! I had to weigh myself again today just to see if I was able to hit 200 before starting with real food and I did! I'm really looking forward to dinner tonight!
Later in the day: Dinner was kind of a disappointment. Man and I took the girls to our favorite restaurant and although it was great to eat again and even better to sit down together as a family, the food just didn't taste that good. I only ate about half of my meal and took it home with me, hoping it may taste better to me tomorrow. (Note from the day I'm posting instead of the day I wrote this: it didn't really taste any different. I'm wondering if it was the food and not me) I'm really looking forward to seeing how this goes in the future. The plan is to continue to juice during the day, but to eat a healthy breakfast and dinner. We'll see!
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Juicing, part 5
I've realized that since I've gotten so far behind this is getting a little confusing, so I'm going to start including days of the week, and I'm hoping to go back through and do that from the beginning. Bear with me!
Day 9: Monday, Weight 205
Today has been a day of recovery. Last night was brutal and I'm still not feeling good. I'm definitely better than I was the first couple days but no where near where I was before trying to run. I'm super tempted to eat some protein. I keep thinking that will make the dizziness go away. I know we did our research before starting this but it's seeming more and more like a really stupid idea. I'm ready for this to be over.
Day 10: Tuesday
I'm feeling so much better than yesterday. I've got Doll Baby and Princess today while BBS serves jury duty (daggonit, I never did write that post!) and they're keeping me going, but surprisingly (thankfully!) I'm not really suffering. I had a headache when I woke up this morning but other than that I'm feeling good. I even went jumpy jumpy (bounced on the trampoline) with Princess for a while. It was really great to spend some time with the monkeys and I even got to see the older ones for a little while when they got home from school. We've all been so busy lately (and honestly, I've been pretty grumpy) that we haven't taken the time to just enjoy each other. Today was a great day!
Interesting side note: Man and I are both chapstick addicts but we have noticed that neither one of us is using nearly as much as before we started the juice fast. We don't really know if it's because we're drinking more or if there's some nutrient in which we were deficient but either way we like not being so tied to our little tubes of lip balm!
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Juicing, part 4, no TMI to report (I'm sure you're disappointed)
Day 7: Saturday, Weight, 208
It's Saturday! My day off this week. We're celebrating Mother's Day, too, which is nice. Things are going well with the fast, really nothing to report. I'm feeling the best I have so far, in a good mood and not terribly hungry. Hopefully this keeps up! Princess kept reaching for my cup while we were out buying flowers to plant at my grandma's house so finally I let her try it. She didn't make a nasty face, but she also didn't drink any more when I offered it! While we were making juice Man and I were actually joking around and having fun. It was the best time I've had in a while. We laughed and teased each other and talked about the ridiculousness that is the amount of fruit and veggies in our fridge. We actually bought a 25lb bag of carrots the other day. Crazy! Man doesn't think we'll ever get through that many carrots, but I bet him we'd go through it in a week. We'll see who's right!
Man feels awful today. He opted out of celebrating Mother's Day with us, just because he didn't want to leave the house.
Day 8: Sunday
It's been a pretty good day. I'm a little more tired and grumpy than I was yesterday but basically okay. I'm working today and I'm training the new guy, so I think that's helping keep me busy and keep my mind off things. Happy Mother's Day, by the way! Miss Thing asked me yesterday to run a 5K with her this summer and of course I said yes, so we started training today. Not a good idea. Feeling woozy and weak, like I'm drunk only not having fun. I thought I was going to pass out on the path and then again later at home. Man got me settled on the couch and then went to take care of the evening chores. He's getting the laundry from the drier, putting the sheets back on the bed and taking care of everything. Thank goodness!
Man didn't write any notes for this day but he reported feeling pretty good. Currently he's eating lunch and juicing the rest of the day. He told me he had homemade soup with lots of chicken in it today. It sounded good and I'm super jealous!
It's Saturday! My day off this week. We're celebrating Mother's Day, too, which is nice. Things are going well with the fast, really nothing to report. I'm feeling the best I have so far, in a good mood and not terribly hungry. Hopefully this keeps up! Princess kept reaching for my cup while we were out buying flowers to plant at my grandma's house so finally I let her try it. She didn't make a nasty face, but she also didn't drink any more when I offered it! While we were making juice Man and I were actually joking around and having fun. It was the best time I've had in a while. We laughed and teased each other and talked about the ridiculousness that is the amount of fruit and veggies in our fridge. We actually bought a 25lb bag of carrots the other day. Crazy! Man doesn't think we'll ever get through that many carrots, but I bet him we'd go through it in a week. We'll see who's right!
Man feels awful today. He opted out of celebrating Mother's Day with us, just because he didn't want to leave the house.
Day 8: Sunday
It's been a pretty good day. I'm a little more tired and grumpy than I was yesterday but basically okay. I'm working today and I'm training the new guy, so I think that's helping keep me busy and keep my mind off things. Happy Mother's Day, by the way! Miss Thing asked me yesterday to run a 5K with her this summer and of course I said yes, so we started training today. Not a good idea. Feeling woozy and weak, like I'm drunk only not having fun. I thought I was going to pass out on the path and then again later at home. Man got me settled on the couch and then went to take care of the evening chores. He's getting the laundry from the drier, putting the sheets back on the bed and taking care of everything. Thank goodness!
Man didn't write any notes for this day but he reported feeling pretty good. Currently he's eating lunch and juicing the rest of the day. He told me he had homemade soup with lots of chicken in it today. It sounded good and I'm super jealous!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Big day
I spent the day with the monkeys today. BBS is serving jury duty and needed a sitter so I met her in town and traded cars with her so I'd have the car seats. Man and I took the kids to see Grandpa in the nursing home and then ran some errands and then the kids and I went back to their house while Man went home to work. I'm completely exhausted and can't wait to go to bed but it was a really awesome day. The monkeys were great and I really loved getting to spend some time with them. Things have been kind of crazy lately with business picking up at work and spending so much time at the hospital and nursing home and it was really great to slow down and have a fun monkey day!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Naked blogging, first edition
I recently learned about naked blogging. We all use our blogs as a sort of online, public journal, but so rarely do we really speak from the heart. Most of my blog is about silly things the kids or the dogs did or funny quips between Man and I. I use my blog to express myself, inform others about things I find important and hopefully entertain along the way. Now I would like to also use my blog to help others see that just because you may seem "normal" (okay, we all know I'm not normal, but I can put on the "normal" hat from time to time!) on the outside doesn't mean you don't have a lot going on on the inside. I hope to make this a regular thing and invite you to join in. Whether you write your own blog post and leave a link in comments, just leave a quick comment or email me directly (karenfosters (dot) tumblr (at) gmail (dot) com) I'm really looking forward to opening the dialog, stripping it down and getting naked.
Mother's Day last year was pretty rough. It was super close to the one year anniversary of The Boy leaving and it seemed like there were reminders everywhere and the days leading up to it were tear-filled. I even ended up missing out on celebrating Mother's Day with my own mom and BBS because I just couldn't put on a happy face and didn't want to be a mess in front of the monkeys. This year things are different. No, I'm not a mother. I never will be. But I'm starting to come to terms with that. I've known for a long time that the odds of me ever having my own children were slim to none but when The Boy called me Mommy my heart melted and I thought maybe I didn't need to give birth to be someone's mommy. Then reality hit and I realized fostering is even tougher than I'd expected and I knew I needed someone in it with me. Time passed and I realized that as I got older, the odds of finding someone who wanted to foster and/or adopt grew less and less. Let's face it, by the time a guy is my age, he either has kids or don't want kids. I think that's part of the reason why Mother's Day was so hard last year. I realized the my only chance at being called Mommy had left me nearly a year before.
So why do I think this year will be easier? Well, for one thing, we celebrated Mother's Day a day early this year. I know that doesn't seem much different, but the day of will always be the hardest, and tomorrow I'll be at work, training my new guy and keeping my mind busy with pools and customers instead of lost chances. But more importantly, I have an incredible man and three beautiful little girls in my life. And while I will never be their mommy (nor will I ever try to be), I get to be their step mommy, and I'm learning that that just might be enough.
Mother's Day last year was pretty rough. It was super close to the one year anniversary of The Boy leaving and it seemed like there were reminders everywhere and the days leading up to it were tear-filled. I even ended up missing out on celebrating Mother's Day with my own mom and BBS because I just couldn't put on a happy face and didn't want to be a mess in front of the monkeys. This year things are different. No, I'm not a mother. I never will be. But I'm starting to come to terms with that. I've known for a long time that the odds of me ever having my own children were slim to none but when The Boy called me Mommy my heart melted and I thought maybe I didn't need to give birth to be someone's mommy. Then reality hit and I realized fostering is even tougher than I'd expected and I knew I needed someone in it with me. Time passed and I realized that as I got older, the odds of finding someone who wanted to foster and/or adopt grew less and less. Let's face it, by the time a guy is my age, he either has kids or don't want kids. I think that's part of the reason why Mother's Day was so hard last year. I realized the my only chance at being called Mommy had left me nearly a year before.
So why do I think this year will be easier? Well, for one thing, we celebrated Mother's Day a day early this year. I know that doesn't seem much different, but the day of will always be the hardest, and tomorrow I'll be at work, training my new guy and keeping my mind busy with pools and customers instead of lost chances. But more importantly, I have an incredible man and three beautiful little girls in my life. And while I will never be their mommy (nor will I ever try to be), I get to be their step mommy, and I'm learning that that just might be enough.
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