I’m a part-time stepmum to a range of Boys Of Various Sizes, struggling with the dramas and relishing the happy moments of this jeboggling role I took on so blithely.
To introduce myself and my (occasionally reluctant) family:
Me, early 30s, no kids of my own, living in northern Australia (but I’m guessing the step m.u.m. spelling might have given a hint there!)
Partnered over two years with my lovely man, The Lovely Man.
And thereby playing stepmum to his personal Aryan Horde -
Boy A, 11. Very smart, very blond.
Boy B, 9. Also very smart and only slightly less blond, and
Boy C, 8. Very smart, very blond, very cheeky.
Are you getting the picture of cookie-cutter children, at all? The Lovely Man always says My ex-wife and I decided not to worry about paternity testing. They look so much like him that it’s sometimes a little disturbing.
My blog name is offered in a spirit of ironic self-deprecation; I’ve made plenty of Stepparenting 101 errors and will no doubt continue to make more unto eternity.
The Lovely Man and I face the extra challenges of living a vast distance from the boys, but embrace fly in-fly out step/parenting with dedication and enthusiasm and a schedule that tends to evoke dropped jaws amongst spectators.
Basically, the Lovely Man spends a big chunk of each four weeks in another city and state with the kids, and I join him for most of that time. Plus we have extra time with the kids during holidays. Even my eyes cross at the logistics, sometimes.
We work hard with and without the boys, try to make the most of our peripatetic lives, use our frequent flyer points for good instead of evil and even find time to churn out a novel or two!
I love a natter and can be contacted at stepmumoftheyear at me dot com.