Nah I didn't go wrecking houses. But I did happen to land on this movie sort of at the right time. IF there is such a thing as the right time.
Getting married at my ripe old age of; in my 30's, hasn't really taught me any more than I already knew . By my age, unless I marry a tot out of high school, my partner will have already partnered before (several times). Sometimes these partnerings (I am making up words, leave me alone!) tread into that murky water I call, procreation.
I volunteered not to participate in the enriching, diluting or anything having to do with gene pools. One of me is more than enough (mom has thanked me, no joke). People pee in pools, I would like to stay out of them.
I back-peddaled in my personal plan not to partner with a parent. Shit happens, the dating world gets much smaller as you get older! Whatever; making excuses for myself I suppose. I still remain happily married... now I am just happily married with a 10 year old on his way.
I have to play step-mom. For how long? I dunno, I THINK just for the summer. But then again (see paragraph above) we have seen how far my thinking has gotten me. No excuses, I should have planned from day one. This could happen at any time... and that time is now.
I think I have to do right by society and the parents. I think I need to find some guidelines to post on fridge next to the sign that says:
And hopefully I won't end up in the dog house by the parents for being stupid. Or as part of the long list of Wicked Step-mothers! My biggest fear is failure... and failing at raising kids can be pretty disastrous (or interesting if good biographies are written).
I suppose I should get back to apartment hunting... the only door inside my current place is one to the bathroom. I think I need (the step-son probably will too) more privacy than that.
Now where did I stash that bottle of wine I was looking for???