I think FDH has his heriod right now. He's a bitch on wheels at the moment.

Or maybe it just has to do with skid1 being here this weekend.

Background: For the last few years, FDH has been CP to both skids. Skid1 has always been a bit difficult, but manageable. He started middle school last fall, and the shit hit the fan. Outbursts, violence, rages, destructiveness - he even hit his own dad on two different occasions. Because FDH restrained him "too forcefully" the last time he got hit (and BTW, it was quite a shot! He had a black eye for two weeks after) CPS advised that skid1 go live with BM, and basically handcuffed FDH - he was told the only thing he can do when skid1 gets violent is call 911. He's been with BM for a few months, skid2 has been with us, and they trade off on weekends so the brothers can be together. It's been working pretty well - I think every one is happier with this arrangement - but I have noticed that when skid1 comes for the weekend, the tension level in the whole house skyrockets. Everyone is on edge. Normally, FDH and I are besties and love life, but right now, since skid1 is here, it's been pretty weird.

Last night, it kind of came to a head between us. I've been under a lot of stress lately - summer semester starting, my cat dying, my car being in the shop and costing me a FORTUNE - so I might be a bit snappier than usual, and of course there's that case of word vomit I have. I went to go brush my teeth before bed and noticed that skid1 had left two wet towels on the floor, and dirty clothes on the floor. I said to FDH "Hey. You need to pick that shit up, or get that kid to do it. It's enough that I have to pick up after your slobby ass."

And he did not like that one bit. He's normally a love, but when he gets on the whaa whaa train it's a ride that lasts indefinitely. Apparently, I should have kissed his ass before I said - preferably with his dick in my mouth - "My sweetie, my love, my darling, please, would you, could you, pick up the dirty boxers with your lovely boy's skidmarks on them and put them in the laundry? Or maybe the prince would prefer to do it himself?"

GAG. I've told all of them a million times to not leave their dirty stuff all over the house. We have one bathroom for four people and we all need to respect the space. They are all neanderthals, though, and it's a constant battle. I'm going to start tossing their clothes in the trash if they can't be bothered to figure out where they go. Hell, our washer is tricky and finicky to operate so I don't even ask them to wash their own stuff. Jesus Christ what a bunch of lazy turds.

Then today, he got all whaa whaa with me again. He's normally a pretty tough dude, so I don't like this side of him AT ALL. He's a very touchy feely guy, and grabs/touches/kisses/hugs me often. Sometimes, though, he gets carried away, and delivers an ass spank that's a little to firm for my taste. So today, after he gave me a buttstinger, I slapped his arm. I swear to god he got a little teary eyed and butt hurt - "what'd you do that for? whaa whaa..." rubbing his arm like I whipped him with a switch.

GAG. I hope he grows his balls back soon.