DH and I have had skids for every holiday this year because BM and her new partner have had plans that didn't include skids. On Halloween, we were moving and DH told BM he couldn't take the skids that weekend because at their young age they would just be in the way. BM's response was that she was going out of town so he'd better pick them up, or they would be stranded at school! DH did end up getting the skids, and they were completely in the way, climbing in and out of the moving truck, underfoot when we were carrying heavy furniture, it was hell.

I've been trying to disengage from SS11 lately. He ignores me almost always anyway so it's not difficult. He is so far up his dad's ass that it drives me crazy to be around him. If I sit beside DH, this kid has to sit in his lap. He actually walked in on me in the bathroom this weekend because he thought his "Daddy" was in there. Ugh! So Saturday night when the kids were going to bed, I went and tucked in SD9 and SD6, said goodnight sleep tight and all that. Then I popped my head into SS11's room and said goodnight. I then went to the bathroom to get ready for my nightly routine.

Reading the Dear Abby post got me thinking back to pre-skid era. My house was my own. Everything in it I owned. I had a guest bedroom. I did not have toys, video games, and Disney Blu Rays all over the place. When DH and I first moved in together, he moved into a house I was renting. It wasn't a big house, but it was all I needed as it was just my DS21 and myself. DS21 and I remodelled the basement into a bachelor pad for him, and we were quite happy to have our separate spaces.