So tonight, SS stalled like a MOFO during dinner again. I finally had to let my toddler down to do her thing. It was not her fault that he was being a little jerk.

Then he wanted to go do what she was doing, and I demanded that he take at least one bite of his chicken empanada, before he left the table.

"Do I have to?"

I told him no, but that if he didn't, he'd go to bed early.

He gets ready to bite and I warn him, "None of your pretending to vomit either kid. You bite, you chew, you swallow OR you go to bed early. Period."

So it seems pretty clear that SS figured out how easy it was for him to cry to BM and for her to give him shit. I'm sure he figured it out AGES ago, but now that he knows it works from a distance, he's giving it a go here.

He tells DH that he doesn't get any attention at home, so he wants adults to play with him here.

Given BM's record of being, not only a huge GU, but also flipping the fuck out because she 'just hates seeing him sad,' we obviously called BS, and the whole thing was dropped.

Another reason to start getting back into a routine with the practice of my faith (regular meditation/prayer, etc) is that I think this 'blended' family shit is starting to inspire HUGE control issues with me.

Seriously, the idea was to be Glenda the good witch, but if I don't FIND a way to make more time for balancing myself during the day I'm going to sprout long red glittery nails.

Also, I cannot have long red glittery nails at work, so we have a VERY REAL concern here.

I know this isn't specifically with regard to blended families, but it's something to think about.

http://psychcentral.com/lib/2012/the-myth-of-the-high-rate-of-divorce/