I can't really explain why. Maybe its because I've exclusively interacted with adults for the last several days and forget how to relate to children. Maybe I'm just tired and it will be the same when I have (biological) children. I really don't know. But for me- Friday nights are rough.
Because of this my dear husband usually lets me sleep in a bit on Saturday morning. He gets up, makes breakfast and hangs out with my stepdaughter until I join them a couple of hours later. And then I'm good. And then I can play and laugh and enjoy the company of my family.
Come Sunday and I'm all in. It's routine. I'm comfortable. She's comfortable. My house is vibrating with life. And I love it. I am so blessed and I never fail to be amazed at this family that fell into my world.
And then it's Sunday evening and it's time. Time to take my step daughter back to her mom's house. Just like that.
And it crushes me. The first several weekends, I cried. I waited until she was gone and then the water works came. Now there aren't tears. Just emptiness.
If you are a stepmom how do you deal with this letdown? How do you pick yourself up every time your stepchild leaves? I'd love to hear from you.