I haven't blogged in a while, mostly because I couldn't resist sharing ST with my DH so the he could see that I am not crazy and then became panicked that he would find my blogs.

Anyway, we had the steps last weekend. I am going to be generous and blame my pregnancy on my complete lack of patience but I have been having a rough time with them lately. I think the more I progress in my pregnancy the more I resent DH for going through this with another person. Even though he says he didn't participate in going to the OB appts, preparing the nursery, ultrasounds, etc, and that he is truly excited about us starting a family together, I still hate the fact that this isn't a first for him. And because of it, I can't stand his monsters.

I am trying to start routines in the house while we have the steps because when the baby is born and growing up, I don't want this chaos in my home. I grew up in a blended family. Every Saturday morning my mother would make us all breakfast and then immediately after we would all help clean the house, do the yard, fold the laundry, etc. After the house was clean, everyone was free to go play with friends, ride their bikes, go shopping, whatever. And my mom could sit back and enjoy her clean and quiet house. So this past weekend, after breakfast, I asked DH to please have the steps straighten up their room and bathroom. What did they do? They all decided to play ping pong in the dining room where I had just finished sweeping and was preparing to mop. I reminded DH again, please have them clean their disaster areas so that I can finish cleaning EVERYTHING else. Finally after my last "reminder" they go clean after MUCH complaining that it's not fair they have to clean their room and bathroom even though they are the only ones who use it.

I knew their rooms were a mess because I had gone up there to get some clothes for SD5 while she bathed. What I did not know was that their bathroom was disgusting. You don't even want to know the literal shitstorm that DH discovered in there. I was so shocked at how dirty these little girls were. It was appalling. It took them almost a whole hour to clean. Of course daddy cleaned the bathroom for them and while he was cleaning they proceeded to go back to playing. I finally had enough. I told them "Your father did not dirty up this bathroom and he is not your maid. NONE of you will play until ALL of you are done cleaning and I do NOT want to hear any complaining!"

What is wrong with kids these days? DH and I are not a germaphobe neat freaks or anything but we keep and like a clean home. This makes me so concerned with how they live at their mothers considering they had no idea HOW to clean at 9 and 11 y/o (What? I have to vacuum also??? I can't just wipe down the sinks with water??). Ugh this does not help my morning sickness.

I can't wait for Christmas break (insert sarcasm font). I had to remind DH that Christmas is coming up and that we might want to figure out when we want to celebrate with them. So now when we get them this weekend we will keep them until Christmas eve. I am starting to feel sorry for the Grinch. He must have been a well-meaning stepparent before he became the Grinch.