Egg shells and stepin'

If have to admit, that I've been a little "short" with my step-daughter lately, but I don't think any more so than if she was my own. I believe it's just a sign that summer needs to end soon and thankfully, it will (for our portion) tomorrow afternoon when hubby drops G. off with her mom at the end of the day. Then she's back in school after Labor Day and we are back to weekends where we don't have to hear incessant whining about how bored she is, how we never do anything (we do)or really, whining about everything associated with her dad and I. Hubby feels the same way too and expressed it last night with a comment something like this: "Tonight was just one of those nights where I just wanted to.....arrrghhhh!!!" This was just after we spent the evening hearing about how hungry she was (if I don't eat something soon I'll die), we get to Grandma and Grandpa's, she sees that the salmon isn't cooked the one way she'll eat it and runs off pouting. Then the cucumbers weren't any good. Then the tomatoes tasted like the cucumbers. Then she couldn't eat the beans because they had something on them. Etc, etc, etc... Oh and how come nobody consulted her when we (and the Grandparents) bought new smoker grills this spring, because she hates it and everything we cook on it. At that point, I left and took some food home because it was close to Sofia's bedtime and it showed.

So what does this have to do with egg shells and stepin'? Well I'll tell you. I have to watch my step when I make comments on moments like one described above. I'm not her mother, but I'm also not a doormat to get walked over. However, making comments on my hubbies parenting style with his daughter gets me in trouble more often then not. So, I have to tread lightly, as if on egg shells, because being a step-parent in NOT like being a parent. And when I made a comment when they came home last night and he made her a plate of food after refusing what was offered at the grandparents, I got a smartass comment back about yes, I'm a softy and do you want to divorce me too. So, me and my big mouth need to just shut up and pick and choose our battles.