My turn to cook this evening. DH had to go on an out-of-town errand so was not going to be home for dinner. We normally eat between 6 and 7, and then I am busy for a while giving baby DD a bath and putting her to bed.
This morning, DH dropped me and DSD16 both off in town: I was taking baby to the park etc and DSD was going to a film with friends. In the car, we talked about the fact that DH would be back quite late, and would miss dinner. DSD said nothing.
Fast-forward to this evening...I made dinner for me, DSS and DSD. She didn't show up or text or call. She finally came home about 8 (and didn't have her house key, so then rang me while I was nursing DD to come and let her in). She'd eaten in town with her friends and didn't want any of the dinner I'd kept waiting for her. No apology forthcoming.
I know it's not a huge thing and probably I will get a bunch of replies saying that I am lucky she wasn't shooting heroin in an alley and I should just be grateful. But I feel a bit unappreciated and cross.