Our air conditioner froze up on us yesterday so the whole night and into this morning was pretty hot. We have to go get special brushes to clean it out and then hopefully we will be back in business.
So a little bit ago I finally gave up trying to catch up on sleep and called the kids in to come see me. My daughter flounced in and announced she had a thought she needed to share with me.
“Mom, I was thinking about those triplets you always have dreams about having…what if my future step mom is the one that has them?”
Seriously? It’s too hot for this conversation lol. But it never occurred to me and shooketh I am. It would make total fucking sense.
I may not be able to have children, but she might be able to and Fiance is certainly able to produce children. Not that we would know but he’s really healthy so its possible. I do feel a little bad though. Fiance has a big head and will most likely produce big headed babies. And three of them?
If my future wife found out about this she might run the other direction and with good reason. Thats five kids in one house. Two teenagers who would love to help, and then three littles that for the first several years would require tons of care. Its probably going to be exhausting but if she’s willing so are we!
My kids really want a step mom. My sister - their Ena (means mom, we raise our kids together and they call both of us mom) - has worries that they are trying to replace her. There is no chance of that. My kids love their Ena and would only welcome a new step mom if she was besties with Ena.
Very complex but my children seem to have all the answers. I find no harm indulging their fantasies about a happy home filled with laughter and kids and snacks - we are a very food motivated family.
I’m feeling better today. Much stronger than yesterday. The heat isn’t as bad right now but still makes everything sticky with the monsoon season humidity. That’s one thing I have a problem with as a curvy gal - sticky humidity makes everything stick together. Normally I don’t wear a bra around the house but in this heat and humidity you really have to. I hate boob sweat.
Fiance is almost home - he and the kids are going to go run errands and get groceries and stuff. Then I’ll have an hour or so to go get my chores done and get some stuff from the hardware store. By then it should be cool enough for me and Son and Daughter to go tackle the air conditioner in the garage while Fiance makes dinner.
And of course, writing. Every day I’ve been doing three things. I write in a journal or on here, I write a letter to my future wife and save it on my computer, and I write in my novel. I think I am really going to do it this time. I have gone so much farther than I ever have before. And although its terrifying to me, I know I need to buckle down and get it done.
I just pray something comes of it. The story is a rough one - but I think people are in to that lately.
Luckily I have my sister, we shall call Ena just like the kids. She will keep me on track.
What if my dreams really do come true? What if that shit really happens?
I’d hardly know what to do with myself.