Why is it, that I begin dreading the skids arrival shortly after they have just left our home to go back to BM? I seriously spend most of their visit counting down the time until they return home to their mother, only to spend the time they are with her, thinking about how soon they will (unfortunately) be coming back over here! It's terrible! LOL But I cannot help myself! It's just that when they are here, it feels like the house is turned upside down, the cupboards are raided, it's extremely loud all day, and overall things just plain suck!

Is it just me or do the weekends w/o the skids go by way too quickly? It seems like on these weekends, there are a few hours taken out of each day and added to the weekends when the skids are here! 8 AM Monday morning just comes way to damn fast! And to make matters worse, the camp that SS11 attended 3 days per week just ended on Friday, which means I'm stuck with the brat! God I wish school was starting tomorrow!