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I'm pissed that no matter how many times I brought up the fireworks this weekend, my kids didn't seem the least bit enthusiastic about being with me. Last night they basically snuck out of the house to go to the fireworks in Needham. No, they didn't ask me to go, even though the driver is a friend of Grahams that is staying with us because his parents won't let him stay alone at their house whilst they are in NJ.
This morning I brought it up again and Gemma made some lame excuse and then took off for the afternoon. Then Graham and friend left to go have a BBQ at friends back yard with the fancy outdoor kitchen, taking all of our condiments with them. Graham is home minus the condiments but still with friend, Gemma is in Newton at boyfriends house and they both swear they are not going to the fireworks.
I'm just annoyed because this should be a family day, but we don't seem to have those anymore. They live with me, but want nothing to do with me. I hate this. I know it will change, that it is the age, etc. But I have all the misery of empty nest syndrome complicated with the pig sty that is living with teens.
It is like I'm being punished. I just want to spend a little time with them doing family-type stuff. Is that too much to ask? Stumble It! JBlog Me