...but I already want to kick the skids out of my house. No one ruins a holiday weekend like the skids! SS11 is already whining about having wet pants for some bizarre reason, and SS13 still wants to think he's the dad because I SWEAR he acts like he's in charge of everything and everyone and always has something to say about EVERYTHING. I seriously wish I could just tell them to shut the f up and go hit the highway. Can. Not. Stand. I'm so super excited I get to spend the next few days listening to their whiny, irritating, stab-me-in-the-ear-with-an-icepick voices.