I've been really lucky. My step-sons are great. We have always got on well and I think they are really cool people. But that doesn't change the fact that sometimes two more people needing time and attention, especially from my husband, can be really hard.
But today Blackie the 17-year-old one is being amazing. As I type this he is washing the dishes after dinner, he supervised Wild Man on the toilet and read him his bedtime story and, when Princess started eating potting mix today it was him that dived in and saved her (he then played with her while I finished gardening).
At the moment, when Blackie is here it is like having another helpful, engaged adult living in the house and it is great.
Next week he might be back to being a smelly, self-obsessed teenager but right now he is my hero!
(Yay for Maxabella's 52 Weeks of Grateful)
