My family disected…
I think it’s only fair to explain my great big crazy family, so here are the important parts…
Hubs and I met at work and became friends. We challenged each other and we helped each other when nobody else could. And he made me laugh. He still makes me laugh.
He and I have been through a lot of craziness in the 7 and a half years we’ve been married. Craziness that people can’t imagine nor can people understand. And although we’ve had some rough times, we can’t imagine our lives without each other.
Hubs is 11 years older than me. He has 7 kids. I have 1 daughter from a previous relationship. And WE have one amazing 4 year old daughter together. The run-down of kids,from oldest to youngest, goes as follows:
Heather is the oldest. She is 9 years younger than me. She’s married to Rog and they have 2 daughters- Jay and G. Jay is 5 years old and is older than her youngest aunt. Baby G was just born two and a half months ago, and has been in the hospital for all but 5 days of it. She JUST got out of the hospital a few hours ago after another few surgeries to correct problems with her esophogas.
Shawna is next. She lives in Florida with her boyfriend and her brother.
Cody is #3. He lives in Florida with Shawna and her boyfriend.
Summer is still in high school and just recently moved back in with her mother.
Steven is the middle child, and is a typical 13 year old boy.
Lily and Stori are our 11 year old girls. Lily is mine, Stori is his. They are 6 days apart and polar opposites of each other.
Hunter is 51 weeks younger than Lily and 50 weeks younger than Stori. He is very analytical and mechanical.
And then, there is Lulu. She is a super intelligent 4 year old that never ceases to amaze me or her father. She absorbs everything and has some very distinct traits from each of her brothers and sisters. She has Heather’s motherly nature, Shawna’s butt, Cody’s artistic ability, Summer’s 17 year old attitude, Steven’s wit, Lily’s love of all things girly and ghetto rap, Stori’s sarcasm and generosity, and Hunter’s need to have things in order.
Also, when I refer to “my kids,” I am not just referring to my biological children. I could be referring to any or all of my kids or my step-kids. In saying “my kids,” I am not trying to take anything away from their biological mothers. I use that term generally because I love them all as much as I love my own kids. I would do anything for any one of them.
This is my family. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
But I wouldn’t mind a personal day from them every once in a while.
