Last night was the PTA board meeting, PTA meeting, SAC meeting.
This morning was the popcorn/pickle sale (which we finished in record time!!). I had to take the proceeds to the bank, do some errands for Mike, pick up the kids at 2:30, enter some photos in the fair, pick up Mia, drop her off at her game, take Bleu to practice, go back to Mia's game (which they won!), pick up Bleu, take the kids home, wash the laundry for the games tomorrow, run to the store to buy enchilada fixings.
Tomorrow we have the championship volleyball game at 8:00 am, victory party at 11, Bleu's first football game at 12:30, check in for cooking contest at 1:00 and judging at 1:30. Afterwards, we will hang out at the Whole Enchilada and have some fun.
Yesterday, the girls did get to talk to their mom. She didn't call, but Mica called her and got ahold of her at around 8. She said she forgot that she was supposed to talk to them. She also promised that next week she would ask for special permission to have Tuesday off so that she could pick them up for visitation. (hello.... she didn't have to work last Tuesday so how is work the excuse?) The conversation with both girls lasted about 1 1/2 minutes. Tops. I felt bad for them, because I could hear them trying to get her to talk longer.
Today, she didn't call again. Mica called and finally got ahold of her sister. She left a message and Julie was supposed to call back but didn't.
Mikal: Why doesn't my mom like to talk to me?
Me: Of course she likes to talk to you. She is your mom. She loves you.
Mikal: Oh, mom. (hugs me) Stop being nice. Really, why doesn't she talk to me?
Me: You just talked to her last night.
Mikal: Even when she talks to me she doesn't want to talk to me. You know what I mean.
Me: I don't know sweetie. She is working tonight, so she is probably too busy.
Mikal: I don't care. Wanna talk about my day?
Me: Sure...
These kind of conversations break my heart. From your comments and email, it seems most of you are on the other side ~ dealing with step parents and your own children. Sometimes I feel like I do too much for them. That I should step back. But I can't do less for them than I do for my biological children. We are all a family and I love them all... Sometimes, when things get really hard for them, I feel like I don't do enough. Like I should be able to do something more to take away the hurt and disappointment that they are feeling. It is a very confusing situation for all involved.