There are some times when I’d love to smack FH, and this is one of those times.

I’ve heard “we need to ask the skids” all freaking night long. No, sir, we do NOT need to ask the skids what can and cannot go on in this house because they are children and we are adults.

BM threw it on us earlier that she wanted us to watch the skids tomorrow night. Ok, whatever. Then I started telling FH that I’m making a pot of chili tomorrow night. His response was “well, I should call skids and find out if they want chili.” So my answer was “no, we don’t. I don’t care what they want. They’re KIDS. I don’t make special meals for children.” And I don’t. We don’t have the $$ to be making special meals for kids because they “don’t want it”.

Fast forward. SS5 and SD8 share a room and a queen sized bed. We live in a 2 bedroom apartment. I was looking online for a set of bunk beds. FH had a set for them before we got together, but was “scared” that one of them would fall off the top and got rid of them. I was being very generous, considering I can think of lots of other things that I could do with $300-$400 other than buying skids bunk beds. FH goes “we should ask the skids, see if they’d rather stay the way it is.” HELLO?! Skids will soon be 6 and 9. They don’t need to be sleeping together, if we can avoid it.

And I’ve said before that SD8 is a monster when it comes to bedtime. I found this “nighty night tea” at Kmart and told FH that I was going to get some for SD. He FLIPPED! “YOU’RE NOT GIVING THAT TO MY KID!” Uh, it’s herbal tea. STFU.