I now see why all of you call them skids. I can see all of them as shit stains on underwear right now.

My evening started yesterday with DH attempting to convince me to allow the skids to earn their allowances back. As he is making his case, I am watching a bug crawl up the wall behind him. I removed my shoe, walked past him, smashed it and just looked at him. He shut up. I called Orkin this morning, they will be here to re-spray sometime this afternoon.

Skid#3 DH checked his email after the attempted chat about allowance. There in his inbin is an email from skid#3 Language arts teacher. He is concerned as skid#3 had two projects due prior to the winter break and they were not turned in. One was due in October the other December 6th. The teacher had talked to skid#3 who advised these projects still were not done. He would get to them 'when he could'. The teacher was not impressed. This child spent all of winter break doing whatever he wanted, well aware these projects were overdue and despite being allowed fun and freedom over 2.5 weeks still could not find the time to take care of his responsibilities. We had family in town that came over for coffee and a chance to catch up and skid#3 was sitting at the table all evening, doing these projects and projecting a crappy attitude.

Skid#1 invited over a boyfriend, without permission, and decided during the family gathering was a good time to make out with him and shove her tongue down his throat. Her uncle solved that problem. Boyfriend was picked up by the neck and tossed out the front door. Skid#1 did not find it humerous, I however found it hysterical.

Skid#2 was in full show off mode due to the amount of company in the house. Inappropriate behavior and language that was corrected multiple times by aunts, uncles, adult cousins and her father. She was finally sent to bed as her behavior sucked.

Skid#4 decided with company here he was going to run through the house and "jump" the kitchen island to get to the plate of brownies before anyone else could. This leap of his ended up clearing the island, sending the candy dish that was my great grandmothers to the floor in a million pieces.

I held it together while company was here. And after they left sat down to talk to DH about it. I was told he would handle HIS kids that I did not need to NAG.

Ok buddy, you got it. They are all yours.

He went to work this morning. It is my day off. They woke me up at six that I needed to drive them to school as they missed the bus. I told them to walk and rolled back over and went back to sleep. It is only three miles and the excercise would not hurt any of them. DH called me minutes later as the skids of course called him that I was being mean. He started talking and I cut him off.

You handle your kids, then I won't need to nag.