well and truly pissed off
Nov. 29th, 2008 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mickeymMatthew wanted Avery to come over and play this afternoon, and I said yes, with the condition that they play upstairs. Then they came and asked if Avery could stay the night, and after some consideration I said yes, but they would have to make do with what we had in the house + pizza delivery, because I wasn't going to go out tonight. No problem, they said, we'll stay upstairs, too, out of your hair and you can watch TV downstairs.
At 9:25 I decided I'd watched all the "Forensic Files" I was in the mood for, and snagged another slice of pizza and a bottle of water to come upstairs, ready to surrender the living room.
They were IN MY BEDROOM, with their shit spread ALL AROUND.
MY BEDROOM.
I was so pissed off I was shaking. Still am, actually. Pissed off. I don't think I'm still shaking. I made them clean it up on the spot and then we took Avery home. And Matthew just doesn't get why I'm angry. "You've let us play in here before", he says. And yes, I have. But the few occasions have been when I *offered*, or he asked permission. It's not so much that they were in my room, as that they were in here without my having any knowledge or having said it was okay. I just. *God*.
Those of you out there who are parents, in particular, parents of tweens and teens... am I overreacting, here? Or would you be equally unhappy -- and do something like cancel the sleepover, as I did?
I'm just feeling kind of violated, here. I have dirty underwear and pajamas laying on my bed, for heaven's sake, and stuff strewn around, because I hadn't gotten around to cleaning up, up here. ARGH.
At 9:25 I decided I'd watched all the "Forensic Files" I was in the mood for, and snagged another slice of pizza and a bottle of water to come upstairs, ready to surrender the living room.
They were IN MY BEDROOM, with their shit spread ALL AROUND.
MY BEDROOM.
I was so pissed off I was shaking. Still am, actually. Pissed off. I don't think I'm still shaking. I made them clean it up on the spot and then we took Avery home. And Matthew just doesn't get why I'm angry. "You've let us play in here before", he says. And yes, I have. But the few occasions have been when I *offered*, or he asked permission. It's not so much that they were in my room, as that they were in here without my having any knowledge or having said it was okay. I just. *God*.
Those of you out there who are parents, in particular, parents of tweens and teens... am I overreacting, here? Or would you be equally unhappy -- and do something like cancel the sleepover, as I did?
I'm just feeling kind of violated, here. I have dirty underwear and pajamas laying on my bed, for heaven's sake, and stuff strewn around, because I hadn't gotten around to cleaning up, up here. ARGH.
