My 18 year old was outraged on Friday, because a friend liked a post I'd made on SM. Apparently, as his mother, it's "ridiculous" that I have friends who not only liked the cute photo of my dog, but also have stuck around for over 30 years. Seemingly, in DS' view, no one should like his mother as an individual in my own right.
Yesterday, he was disgusted that I'd dared to enquire how his job interview went. Displaying maternal interest in his life, when there's no one else around to observe it, is not acceptable, either. How dare I ask if he thought it went well?! It's "none of [my] business" apparently - even though he'll expect me to co-ordinate his lifts to/from (hopeful) place of employment, just as I organise how he gets to/from college. And he lives under my roof. And I'm his parent. How dare I...?!
Today, he will be furious because his day long napping will be disrupted by the fact that the council are finally cutting the tree which overhangs our garden fence and, more importantly, blocks the natural light into his bedroom, back. Even though he's the first to complain about how he has to have a light on at midday in the summer, because of this tree...
Normally, he's not brattish in the slightest. This week, however, seems to have been the tipping point and I'm reminded of the hell that occurred when his older sister turned 13. Less slamming doors and stamping upstairs, admittedly, but he finds other ways to show his displeasure that I happen to have pushed him out of my body and into the world...