(un)domesticated goddess-ish is about the life of a 20 something single city girl gone *gulp* soon-to-be-wed mountain step-mom.
Some say I'm in an unconventional relationship. At the ripe, baby-makin' age of 27, I'm en route to marrying a man who has two children, and an ex and her boyfriend who, like me, packed up and moved from NYC to Colorado, too. We're like The Brady Bunch! Except instead of an Alice we have a Roomba and none of the women have Florence Henderson haircuts.
We spend weekends in the mountains at their place. We sleep in one of his girls' rooms, pink comforter and all. We ski together, make dinner together and take the girls to school together. It's a soft intro to motherhood, and I'm surprisingly into it save the fact I'm 100% faking it till I make it.
I still can't figure out how to work the Nest thermostat, but whatever, wear a sweatshirt. This is my nuclear family: 2017 edition.
So when the ex told me she was taking her man and kids on a California cruise that would culminate in Santa Monica, not only did I continuously forget to put it in my calendar - and therefore INCESSANTLY ask "when's that trip again?" - but was also asked to set up a meet, greet and sleepover with my parents.
Yep, my mom hosted her soon-to-be son-in-law's ex wife, her children and boyfriend. Nothing to see here, people. Move along.
In the days leading up to D-day, I was a roller coaster of emotions: excitement, nervousness, but mostly curiosity as to what kind of fro yo everyone would have.
Everyone asks "Wait, you weren't even THERE?! How'd it go???". Well, there was no proverbial hair pulling or backhanded compliments, so I'd consider that a success.
But seriously, the moment my mom met those kids, I'm pretty sure her grandma spidey senses went full throttle (whee?). And now she and my fiance's ex text. Sweet, a direct line between the Type-A matriarchs of the families.
So to answer the aforementioned question: the meet, greet and sleepover couldn't have gone better. Was I surprised? Not in the slightest....I have the greatest families ever - yes, that's completely objective - who just want to eat fro yo together.