We have labeled something we call the "witching hour" (the time, usually at or before dinner when skids know they are suppose to go back to BM house). But a WICHTING DAY!!! ugh!!!

To day is the last day we have the skids after a week of summer vacation with me and fiancee. This morning, I woke up and thought of all the things I needed to do before their departure. Then they awoke...I asked if they wanted pancakes...of course they said yes...but immediately started in on "my mom makes them this way, my mom this and my mom that..." I ignore it all because I really don't care what they say in comparison or in order to get something similar from me, because I really don't like the woman (BM) AT ALL. She is a horrible person and so is her family!

So we get through the pancakes and I asked them to watch TV for a bit...there are 5 TVs in the house and they start fighting over one...I ask them to stop and if the can't share the tv would be unplugged and off. They decide to go in the pool instead which was fine, except I had asked them to please give me a half hour and I would then sit with them...I don't need to tell you that didn't happen...it was 3 mintues tops and they were in the pool then the fighting started!!! SD11 beats and abuses SD6 all the time, but prior to today I really thought we had it under control because for the entire week they have been terrific with a few exceptions of course.

For those of you who don't follow my blog, I have a bad knee, that has prevented me from walking properly for the past year and now I have hip and back problems (that's a whole another blog), but it makes it difficult to walk up and down stairs and if I do too much walking, standing or stair climbing I end up in enormous amount of pain that puts me out of commission for a day. Needless to say, on Sunday I had a day of up and down stairs all day probably climbed the stairs 100x and walked more than I should have. Yesterday I wanted to go to the hospital I was in horrible pain.

Today I woke up feeling great and I thought Awesome! it's going to be a good day...but of course it can't be that simple. My skids decided to make everything impossible this morning after I made them pancakes I have been up and down the stairs a total of 20+x already and my back is already giving me problems. They are consistantly fighting so I have separated them...now they are hungry (yes, pancakes and cereal at 10am and now it's 11 and the are hungry!!!)

I refuse to go downstairs until I HAVE TO!!! IT'S THE WITCHING DAY and I am not sure I am going to make it physically.

Does anyone else have this type of behavior when the skids know they are leaving you and going back?!

I would like to know who to deal with this...I feel like talking to them about it...if only to say that I understand and NOT TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME!!!