We see the skids every weekend. They stay with us fri-sun then we have them the following sat and it alternates on a weekly basis. I've been noticing more and more recently that on the days leading up to the weekends we're due to have them,I start feeling seriously down and depressed and just generally low. It's not that I don't get on with them, more that I just don't like them. They ruin my whole weekend and I am seriously missing having my weekends!! I feel like everything revolves around these brats and my home is wrecked, I have to put precious things away incase they get broken or stolen by these kids and I am finding it is seriously taking it's toll now. I just want to feel happy again.