or what could just be a really great weekend.

We didn’t have the usual issues. For the first time, in a long time, my husband actually took care of things.

He called his son on it when he was being rude. He told him to shape up. He kept him in line. When he picked on my niece, hubby asked him to apologize.

And I was able to let go and just have fun with them both. It felt so good.

It left me with nothing, but good thought and feelings and {finally} the chance to share them with my stepson.

I was able to tell him what a good job he was doing, how proud I was of him and so many other things I never get the chance to say. I found myself waiting for him when he was dottling. Smiling when he smiled at me.

I doubt either one noticed the difference.

It doesn’t really matter.

I still really, really, really appreciated it.

I find it incredibly interesting though, when my hubby disciplines the kid, I want to tell him it is okay and when he doesn’t discipline him, I am pissed off. Am I never happy? Am I hard to please? Or do I just want it both ways. I don’t know.

And today, I don’t care.

Whatever you want to call it. It was good.