It almost never fails. When ever my children are with their dad we try to make plans to go and do things together and have some fun. For whatever reason, Inbred feels she deserves more time to herself than anyone. A few weeks ago, we had plans, actual plans that were made with a group a month in advance. So of course, as I walk in the house I hear DH talking to Inbred about darling Princess Pisspants. Oh how she misses her daddy. She's going to cry if she doesn't get to see her daddy.

I know this is petty on my part, but every time DH gets a glimps of how skids really are and his eyes clear up a bit it makes me feel good. More so that he sees I'm not just being the Evil Stepmonster they like to make me out to be.
This one instant happened while the skids were with us ALL FREAKING SUMMER. This was the time I said nope, I'm done trying.

I recently purchased a new car. My very first new car. When I drive it, it makes me feel like I'm 16, just got my DL and my parents gave me a car for my birthday.
Going and picking up the two youngest skids is never enjoyable, but it made me even more anxious in my new car. They destroyed the back seat of my old car. My kids would leave trash here and there and sometimes their school books or a wrapper but nothing too bad and when I saw it they would always clean it up.

My previous blog was all about why I began disliking my skids. Well, mainly three of them, and now I really only have problems with two of them. Occasionally the OSS gets on my nerves but for the most part I would have to say he's a pretty good kid. SD, and SS9 are the real problems.
I love my DH, I know I didn't clarify much in my last post but he's not the evil man I accidentaly made him out to be. He does have a tendency to let his kids off the hook more than mine, and I've that it won't be tolerated. If his kids get off with a warning than so do mine.