DS, 17, was languishing on the sofa today at 3pm, croaking and complaining of feeling ill. He was meant to be working in his p/t job from 5-9pm, in our local shop (where I shop all the time). I rang up his boss who was understandably gutted that he wasn't going to make it, as what chance of getting anyone to cover on Xmas Eve. So I laid it on really thick, "Think it might be swine flu" etc. Having covered him up with his favourite blanket, topped up the Lemsip, etc, we went out to see the rellies with the younger kids as planned.
Then came home to find a note saying ds feeling so much better, had gone to the pub!
Am steaming - now I look like a total liar in front of his boss - who is guaranteed to find out as we live in tiny village - am so furious feel like not bothering filling his stocking.
Dh says he'll deal with it and I've got to let it go, as xmas tomorrow etc.
This is just the latest episode in long line of crap flakey behaviour from ds who would do anything to get out of work, schoolwork, etc in favour of letting the good times roll with his pals. When oh when is he ever going to grow up?
Oh - and Merry Xmas everyone, thank heavens you're out there to let off steam to!