The last few months have been, well, completely random as to whether there are skids at the house. I don't have any idea who will be there and when. I've stopped asking since it really doesn't affect me (sometimes they don't show up until 9pm when one has gotten off of work and they wait to come together...and it seems pointless to me for them to come here just to sleep because it's "dad's night" but mentioning that is not okay).

DH told me the other day just before he took YSS to a tournament that went all day that YSS has been on the bench so far in his sport and was almost the entire year last year. And that he'd probably sit there all day. He's JV and at this point should be at the upper end and getting ready for varsity. While the kid is super talented at the finesse of the game, he has not and will not (because of family genetics) grow to the height and muscle strength he needs to compete at a varsity/college/professional level in this sport.

It has been so long since he's said something that wasn't rainbows and unicorns, I wasn't sure I heard him correctly.

The skids have very little in the way of non-athletic/jeans clothing. Most of their dressier clothing has been purchased buy us and has disappeared. I know they still have it as things have been mentioned recently: each had a HS event where they needed to wear nicer clothing. DH did not get any of it back so they had nothing yesterday to wear to church and out with family. He used to crab at me if I made any comment about scaling back on the nicer brand/clothing.

I’m not dumb, DH, I know this will come around to bite me any way I play it. 

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I got myself a Netflix account. For just me. I logged in when I wanted to watch and logged out afterward (on a gaming console). In a moment of insanity I told DH about it and that it was not for the kids. Well, DH went ahead and showed the skids.