This week my daughter dropped my only decent frying pan. It has a massive ding in the side and now I can't put a lid on it. Her reaction was a shrug and a rather bland "Sorry..."
My husband pulled all the washing apart to wash his own stuff and left me with a stinking pile of fest to deal with. Then I found my (20 year old) merino wool jumper in the dryer with his clothes. Now only suitable for Barbie dolls, at a guess.
My daughter borrowed my hair straightener (the same daughter) and when I wanted to do my hair this morning she said "Oh, it doesn't work... I meant to tell you." She had put it in the bin hoping I wouldn't notice. It was a cheapie from the drugstore that I've had for about eight years, but I know it worked because she had stick straight hair.
My son was looking in the basket by the door for his shoes. He left my (ancient, stinking) Nikes out for the dog. Now I have no sneakers.
I just spent a fortune on jeans at Uniqlo for my younger daughter and told her to leave the tags on them, then try them on - so I could return them if they didn't fit. They are way too big. The tags are all off.
I am sick of spending my money on these idiots and getting nothing back. I haven't had a Christmas or birthday present in years and I'm pulling the plug now. I am booked in for laser on my face and botox next week and today instead of buying a new barbecue griddle for my husband, I am going to throw out ALL the shitty frying pans and buy a decent frying pan set and some bloody GHD's. I am not going to feel even slightly guilty, either.