Lurch

Sometimes it feels as though the Mr. and I lurch from one mini-crisis to the next with my freshman-in-high-school stepson, awkwardly rebounding and not really regaining equilibrium before the next incident. He can be so sweet when it suits him, but man, cross him and tell him it's time for homework or to quit his gaming at dinnertime, and he can grunt and snarl with the best of them. (Believe me, one of my boys can be as nasty as they come, so I know what I'm talking about!)

It's exhausting. Just when the Mr. and I think he's over the hump and things are improving, another call from school comes in. Having been there with my biological kids, I know how it eats a parent up. So, I get to watch my stepson and my husband struggle - big fun.

I get that this is all part of the package and that neither marriage nor parenting is always easy or entertaining. And we do get glimmers of hope, we know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. But when does the struggle stop?

Until next time, keep on choosing happy.