Today picked up dd from school. She flung her stuff at me (in a nice way) and ran off to the playground (we go there after school as ds plays football). She is 8. She played with friends etc while he played footy. After his footy DS (he is 5) came over to me, threw his shin pads at me (in a nice way), gave me all his bags, and whinged all the way back to the car. 'Have you got a snack' is the first thing he said to me.
In the car neither of them could think of anything that happened at school today to tell me - ds is very tired after footy. Got home and they dumped their stuff in the hall and left it there for me to tidy. Asked them to tidy it - school bag to dining room, tidy shoes, lunch box to kitchen - like I ask them every day.
I meanwhile sorted out PE kit for tomorrow, set table, put tea on to heat (had cooked it earlier).
DH then comes home and sits in lounge talking to kids (who have rememberdd loads about their day and are happy to talk to him about it) while I am tidying and getting tea ready. Kids pleased to see him and chat happily to him. Had tea.
After tea, ds said, 'what's for pudding?' No 'thank you for tea', no nothing.
I went upstairs to bed, in floods of tears. So they can't be arsed to say hello to me or talk to me, but I'm fine to ferry them around places, sort out their bags and school stuff, cook their tea and wait on them hand and foot??
Lay on bed and cried for ages. I've just been referred for counselling for anxiety so that's why I'm posting. AIBU to feel like this?? Or should I just laugh it off???? I feel like a fucking skivvy - and feel like telling them, if you can't be nice and civil to me, then I'm not going to do a thing for you, and see how you like it.
Maybe I'm such a crap mum that they don't like me and don't want to be with me, and they'd be better off without me.