The mere mention of a SKID puts you in a bad mood - ah yes. Me too. When they are not here for the dreaded EOW SKIDs weekend, I don't want to hear about them in any shape or form. EOW is about all I can stomach, so commiserations to you over your 2 weeks. Lay in a large supply of wine and DVDs and a portable DVD player you can take to your room. I bought one a few months ago and it is fab!

Buy yourself a LARGE bar of chocolate and perhaps a LARGE bottle of wine (screwtop or else grab a corkscrew) and keep them in your purse, head straight for your room, lock the door and have some YOU time!

I HATED that feeling! And we didn't have SD14 for 2 weeks at a time, only every other week and then it was every other weekend. I would get all knotted up inside and feel sick the day before she came over and that feeling just got worse to the point where I didn't even want to go home.

I started "self-medicating" whenever she was around. I'd take one of the vicodin (I have them for my bad knees) and some wine and lock myself in my bedroom until I knew she was in bed. Then I realized, I was giving her exactly what she wanted - her daddddyyyyy all alone!

So, I got the idea that you know what? This is MY fucking house too! You don't like it here with me around? Tough shit. Go HOME. I stopped hiding. I'd still have my wine but left my painkillers to days when I couldn't stand the physical knee pain anymore. Once I let her know that I wasn't putting up with her running me out of my own living room, she backed off.