So the kids had no school on Good Friday. And since the skids don't know how to act right, for the past almost month, they can't go to daycare on Fridays (our options were to pay more for them, no bring them one day a week, or find another daycare). So I had all three kids home with me all three weekend days (i work m-th).

Friday- skids start with the fighting and bickering first thing in the morning. Ss10 was having a horrible adhd morning and it was absolute torture to get him fed, showered and dressed. Sd9 has her usual attitude and is being difficult at every turn.

Took me until almost 10 am (we were all up at 7) to get the skids dressed and ready. Bs2 and I were dressed and ready for the day by 830. Couldnt start the wash or dish washer until showers were done, so now I am behind on all my housework. Fridays are usually my housecleaning days w/ BS while the skids are at school. I am doing my best to get stuff done, in between having to referee, speak to, repremand the kids.

At 2, I can't take it any more in the house, so I take all the kids to pump it up (indoor bounce house arena) for an hour and a half. SS and SD were constantly breaking the few very simple rules here (no running, no pushing, one person going down the slides at a time, feet first while sliding). On a plus note, they both did help defend thier little brother (bs2) from older kids being too rough. SS ends up twisting his ankle, but manages to continue playing. Got pizza on the way home, kids still hyper as can be, but all in all not a horrible day.

When Dh got home from work at 430, I left to get the rest of the Easter basket stuff and got to unwind for an hour.

Saturday- SS has now decided that his twisted ankle from yesterday is a life threatening g injury and he can no longer walk. He is literally crawling around on the ground. I tell him to knock it off, that he was fine yesterday. So over the next hour or two, the severity of his "injury" fluxuated dramatically depending on if he thinks you are watching him, and if he's paying attention himself.

Breakfast was its usual blood pressure elevator. SD decided that it would be funny to kick SS in his sore ankle repeatedly whenever she thought I wasn't looking, plus their usual bickering and being general a-holes to each other. So after breakfast I have to flip on SS again, as he is making a horrible mess all over my floor as he tries to crawl to the sink with his plate (ive will buy that his ankle was sore, but this was over the top)..... So he stands up and walks with a slight limp to get a drink and clean up his mess on the floor.

This back bad forth with the leg continues all morning. After lunch SD asks if she can go outside, fine. BS asks if I will take him too, I say ok. SS jumps up (with no limp) and asks if he can go play too. I tell him no, that it hes going to out on this show with his ankle, he can stay in his room to let it rest.

We go outside and SD is an absolute brat. Talk.g Bs's toys from him, telling him what he can and can't play. I repeatedly tell her to find something to to and leave her brother alone. I end up doing a little minnie egg hunt in the drive way for bs2 with 3 little plastic eggs he got from school. SD can't let him just have fun. Kept taking his eggs, telling him where they were..... Just basically ruining the whole thing for him.

Dh comes home from work at 430, I go do the grocery shopping. Come home and Dh asks if I need help unloading the car (well I am 36 weeks pregnant, so ya think?) So he calls SS to help. I say no, that he doesn't need to be carrying heavy bags with his ankle (like I said, I accept that it hurts a bit, just not the damatics). So Dh just continues to sit on the computer playing his game, doesn't get up to help, doesn't call SD nn from the back yard. So I say, bs2, will you help mommy get the bags? (hint hint Dh)...... So bs2 and me unload the entire car by ourselves. I then get to make dinner for everyone (no thank you from anyone but BS) and clean up the kitchen.

Sunday- wake up and the kids open their baskets (purchased and assembled entirely by me, not one iota of help or interest from Dh) and immediately sd's ungreatful attitude come out. She starts counting the candies, and the eggs to see who got more. Snidely making comments to SS that she got two of this thing, when he only got one, or she got more of that candy.....then he would go, no I got two too, or I have that many I just didn't take them out of.my basket yet. Shed then get all pouty when she realized she didn't get more. She then was trying to see whose books had more pages. I had enough at that point and asked the kids to get their candy bags and put the Easter candy away. SD just tossed her bag back on top of the fridge, and didn't get it up there properly. SS come to put his up and notices and says to her, SD, your bag is going to fall when mommy opens the freezer. She snaps back a rude comment and goes to watch tv.

I open the freezer to start breakfast, and of coarse her candy bag falls and spills everywhere. I ask her to come clean it up. She instead goes over to SS and snaps at him that he needs to go help her clean up. Three or four more snotty comments to ss, and I have to go put her in her place.

We all go outside to play, the neighbor has her grandkids over. So all the kids are playing.... Ss10, J12 (neighbor grandson), Sd9, C10 (neighbor granddaughter), bs2 and M4 (neighbor grandson)..... So everyone has a friend. We were out there two hours. The only kids that had to be corrected and disiplined were SS, SD, and M4. Why is it that these kids can't dvr act right? Other kids their ages can. J12 and C10 acted perfectly the entire time. Our time outside ended when M4 found a dead frog and picked it up. C10 saw him and yelled at him to drop it, that it was nasty. Neighbor (grandma) goes over to M4 and yells at him and proceeds to spank him. Now, SD was right there and witnessed the entire echange. So you'd imagine that shed be thinking something along the lines of "glad that's not me","that's gross to pick up a rotting frog" or something. But no. My idiot SD goes to where M4 flung the rotting frog carcass when he got caught..... And she picks it up..... And starts playing with it. She has it about an inch from her face playing with a rotting dead animal, moments after watching another kid get spanked for touching it. What the hell goes through this kids head?!?.

I flip on her, send her inside to wash her hands.....and then I can't take anymore so I take everyone inside. Tell Dh about it when he calls on break (like always) and he just blows it all off. Say he cent believe that since SD is afraid of bugs (only when she's putting on her innocent little girl routine for you Dh).

Rest of the afternoon passed with the usual pestering/bickering/being jerks to bs2. Dh comes home and addresses none of it.