So while trying to escape from the Skids this weekend, I took my 7 month old for a walk and was thinking about the wonderful world of stepmotherhood and I had a thought...

So here I am, annoyed that I have to spend yet another weekend trying to escape my Skids because they take over the living room in our small home, eat every scrap of food they can find, leave a mess everywhere they go and basically get whatever their little hearts desire. I'm irritated, annoyed, frustrated and bottom line stressed out but do THEY really care?? NO! They just go on about their business and I'm the one who's weekend gets ruined.

This reminded me of an anology that was given in a how to deal with difficuly people seminar that I attended a few years ago. You are in a hurry and get stuck behind grandma who is going 20 miles under the speed limit, no place to pass and your tailgaiting efforts are not getting your point across to her. You finally get a chance to pass her and when you do, you floor it, start cussing, give her a dirty look (and maybe something else) and does Grandma even notice or care? NO! She just goes on about her Sunday drive to knitting class or wherever she is headed and you are the one who is stressed.

I wish I could say that I had an enlightenment and that I am no longer going to get annoyed with Skids being at my house for days on end but I know that is not going to happen right now. So for now, I will just run for my life when they are there and try to keep what sanity I have left.