Sybil, the DH's ex, keeps threatening to take the kids to Florida. And although I would hate to see my hubs be sad, our life would be so much simpler. When we don't have my skids for a week or two our lives are harmonious. We have schedule and routine, we have fun, we do things. There's little to no whining. Our kids are up for new things. It's parental bliss. But every single time they're here it's nothing but whining and complaining and bitching and moaning. This is boring/stupid/gay/retarded... ugh. Their voices make me cringe. BM keeps threatening to move to Florida.