7:34am. My favorite time of day. When I can hear the door slam and last skid has left the building. Good God all I hear all morning is the sound of YouTube blaring from their phones and their God awful voices yelling at each other over flipping cheetos. I started my coffee and left the room. I couldnt last in that kitchen any longer. Back upstairs to my cave. I just want my coffee.....and there it goes. Door slams, the last skid is gone!
I know in the scheme of things compared to some of the battles y'all are fighting. I got it easy that our battles are mostly with skids, not BM. She's an asshole but she doesnt want much to do with the kids and she sings my praises and supports me when it comes to parenting because if I flip out and leave or force the kids out my house... She. Dont. Want. These .damn. Kids. She knows it will affect her marraige to have these monsters in her home.