I'm not sure if this is a vent or a plea for advice or what, but sometimes this whole stepmom thing seems hopeless.
What if I'm just not cut out to care for a 11 year old boy.
To be clear, my DSS is a good kid. He is bright. He is empathetic. He is athletic. He has more self esteem and self confidence than I did as a child and perhaps do now!
But, there are so many parenting choices and standards that Dh has made that are just different that what I would have chosen or what I am used to growing up. It seems like almost nothing is on the table for discussion, and I spend so much of my time either being tense (because I am stressfully tolerating things) or just removing myself.
Little things that add up. I think kids (and all people) should almost always say please and thank you. (Like, to waitresses, doesn't have to always say it to me) I don't think we kick soccar balls around the house or airport or other crowded spaces. I really don't like crude language, not R rates, but I just don't like how "crap" and "frickin" and that level of thing sound and they turn me off. I think adults, and other income earners, can have some expensive nice things that kids don't have (iphones, for example). I think if you are not able to sit upright in a restaurant and remain in your seat without the need for a toy (electronic, ball) perhaps its not the right time to be in a restaurant. I think you should draw a line between specific complaints and upsets about authority figures, but not be able to just call them names. I don't think getting marked down on a report card for behavior issues is cool, a sign of not being a nerd, or a reflection that a teacher can't deal with kids. I don't think you discuss bathroom activities at dinner.
To get real specific with one instance, and how things usually go down, I think dirty clothes should go in the hamper. DSS will often come in, take something off, and it ends up in the floor in the living room. (Don't ask me how his underware ends up on the living room floor, I don't want to know) So, I talked to Dh about it, and proposed what I thought was a good compromise. A laundry basket was put downstairs. There is a laundry basket in DSS's room. I don't even care if the dirty clothes remain on his floor in his room. I just don't want random clothes flung around the house. Dh agreed. But now, I'm still either putting up with the clothes, or I'm just the naggy one. Even though we agreed on the solution. And DH says that I can't expect a kid to be perfect. But I don't see how a kid can learn any standards without consistency.
I also think this list makes me sound like an anal PIA. And I've truly never felt that I was one. I've never had that complaint about myself in adult relationships. I've just always been kind of a mannered person, and I've never felt so much that it is a failing.
Right now I feel like the nerdy kid in school in my own house who's getting teased and having their buttons pushed. (Which I'm sure is easy to do) But, and think this is the crux of the matter, I don't know how to change the dynamic so that I'm not either withdrawing or being someone very untrue to myself to play along.
Anyhow, I'm not sure what to do. Dh hears any request for discussion and a complaint about his parenting or a complaint about the intrinsic goodness of his son. And its not. But I'm a stepmom, not an equal parent, and it sometimes is a crummy place to be.
What if I'm just not cut out to care for a 11 year old boy.
To be clear, my DSS is a good kid. He is bright. He is empathetic. He is athletic. He has more self esteem and self confidence than I did as a child and perhaps do now!
But, there are so many parenting choices and standards that Dh has made that are just different that what I would have chosen or what I am used to growing up. It seems like almost nothing is on the table for discussion, and I spend so much of my time either being tense (because I am stressfully tolerating things) or just removing myself.
Little things that add up. I think kids (and all people) should almost always say please and thank you. (Like, to waitresses, doesn't have to always say it to me) I don't think we kick soccar balls around the house or airport or other crowded spaces. I really don't like crude language, not R rates, but I just don't like how "crap" and "frickin" and that level of thing sound and they turn me off. I think adults, and other income earners, can have some expensive nice things that kids don't have (iphones, for example). I think if you are not able to sit upright in a restaurant and remain in your seat without the need for a toy (electronic, ball) perhaps its not the right time to be in a restaurant. I think you should draw a line between specific complaints and upsets about authority figures, but not be able to just call them names. I don't think getting marked down on a report card for behavior issues is cool, a sign of not being a nerd, or a reflection that a teacher can't deal with kids. I don't think you discuss bathroom activities at dinner.
To get real specific with one instance, and how things usually go down, I think dirty clothes should go in the hamper. DSS will often come in, take something off, and it ends up in the floor in the living room. (Don't ask me how his underware ends up on the living room floor, I don't want to know) So, I talked to Dh about it, and proposed what I thought was a good compromise. A laundry basket was put downstairs. There is a laundry basket in DSS's room. I don't even care if the dirty clothes remain on his floor in his room. I just don't want random clothes flung around the house. Dh agreed. But now, I'm still either putting up with the clothes, or I'm just the naggy one. Even though we agreed on the solution. And DH says that I can't expect a kid to be perfect. But I don't see how a kid can learn any standards without consistency.
I also think this list makes me sound like an anal PIA. And I've truly never felt that I was one. I've never had that complaint about myself in adult relationships. I've just always been kind of a mannered person, and I've never felt so much that it is a failing.
Right now I feel like the nerdy kid in school in my own house who's getting teased and having their buttons pushed. (Which I'm sure is easy to do) But, and think this is the crux of the matter, I don't know how to change the dynamic so that I'm not either withdrawing or being someone very untrue to myself to play along.
Anyhow, I'm not sure what to do. Dh hears any request for discussion and a complaint about his parenting or a complaint about the intrinsic goodness of his son. And its not. But I'm a stepmom, not an equal parent, and it sometimes is a crummy place to be.











