This weekend with the SS's here I vow to not do a damn thing. FDH informed me the kids would like pancakes for breakfast, so I made them and only one ss and my bio ate. Food is a constant issue because they never eat what we cook. I usually don't cook meals because it disgusts me so. But FDH doesn't know how I make pancakes so I did. My house is a disaster....they move from one thing to the next and don't clean anything up. I'm not chasing after them, I'm not even going to correct my own kids. I'll just wait until the weekend is over and clean the house like a tornado victim would pick through what remains of their house. Idk where FDH is at the moment, probably outside shoveling snow. Who knows. I may just go out and join him because I see the boys beginning to physically fight with one another and I don't want to be the one to listen to the crying and whining. Or put them in the corner for behaviors they have been told are not acceptable....but since mooommmyy lets them do whatever at home then it takes a couple corner times for them to remember, oh, that's not allowed at daddy's house....gah.