Ridiculous I know, but I find myself thinking of this phrase now, and I thought it was just for OLD people!
My DP's son stays over (houses only 5 mins apart) 2 or 3 nights a week. Sometimes he comes after tea, sometimes before, but as long as I know which then I don't mind. What I DO mind is him rocking up at eight or so after we've all eaten and saying he's hungry because he's been playing out with his mates and missed a meal. He never answers or even takes out his mobile phone (grr), and doesn't seem to think of letting us or his mum know what he's up to.
I hate feeling like a short-order chef, and even though my DP happily goes off to make him something, I can't help but feel irritated - he's getting treated like a slave, but he doesn't seem to mind...If dss said something like "Can I make myself some cheese on toast?" it wouldn't bother me at all - it's the expectation of being waited on that really rankles.
I find myself thinking things like "What did your last slave die of?" and "You've got legs haven't you, so use 'em!"
So AIBU, or have I really turned into a middle-aged fart?