SD16 and SS12 are aware there is no such thing as the Easter bunny. I have been the "bunny" for the past several years, but I checked out of their lives after suffering their atrocities over Thanksgiving weekend. There is no more cooking, cleaning, laundry, band-aids, you name it - its all DH's responsibility. So, I am NOT going to be the bunny this year. DH gets offended when I remind him of my limits. Question is, do I remind him in case there is something he'd like to do, or wait until the little monsters remind him the night before?

I'm still at my office, dreading the skids first day at our home for the holiday. Ugh. I've had 16 pieces of chocolate and I am currently working on a smile. No matter how much I try, it still just looks fake. 48 hours of the little darlings. Good luck to all of us!!

SS10 eats like a pig. Skewers food on his fork, mass quantities of it and then proceeds to eat it like a corndog on a stick. He has no knowledge of proper use of utensils. NONE. He has to be reminded at EVERY bite how to do it correctly. EVERY SINGLE BITE. I refuse to take the pig to a restaurant. I'm going to fake an upset stomach tonight to get out of eating at the table with the disgusting pig! Dogs are easier to train.

I don't want to be called stepmother. Afterall, I'm not anyone's mother. Why can't they just refer to me as their dad's wife?

And why does my DH keep referring to his children as "the children" as in, "we are going to have the children this weekend." Ummm, we aren't going to have "the" children, we are going to have "your" children.

Can you tell that I am oh so excited for this upcoming weekend! I managed to get completely out of attending sports!! Woo Hoo! Unfortunately, "his" children will be coming home with him afterward. Oh joy!