Didn't make it to give manchild son the contract - f/u to previous post
I blew it and made a complete ass out of my self last night (my other post gives the background - but basically my 19 yr old son is lazy & entitled with no job) Fiance & I had errands to run yesterday so we asked Manchild to do some chores while we were out. The chores were realitively simple - fill the kindling box, straighten up the downstairs since most of the mess was his, do the family's laundry (5 loads) and clean up the pool area from a recent storm (couple of branches & pick up the outdoor furniture that had blown). With the exception of the laundry the chores may have taken an hour at best.
I decided to have my future mother in law come home & stay w/ us for the night - she's 83 and I adore her. So while we're out, I call home and throw in a few more odds & ends - make a fire so MIL isn't cold when we get there and do a quick dust/vacuum in the guest room (all of 5 minutes worth of time & the fire maybe 10-15 mins).
One more call home at 5:30 - I have some stuff on Craigslist for sale - and a lady wants to come over & buy it at 6:30. I'm in the process of driving home but there was chance she'd get there b/4 me. Asked the kids to grab the stuff out of the garage & have it set in front of the garage door. Oh & a call 30 seconds later Hon, Can you turn on the front porch lights for me so I don't trip & kill myself LOL
We left at 11:30 am and came home at 6:25 to the kindling box 3/4 full, 3 loads of laundry thrown on the couch (unfolded), the fire barely going, the guest room dusted but not vacuumed the downstairs a complete and utter disaster - the dogs had destroyed a couple of their toys so stuffing was everywhere, candy wrappers on the carpet, couch pillows on the floor, plates & soda cans everywhere, I come upstairs the sink is full of dishes (it was empty when i left) as I guess he took them off his computer desk earlier in the day, leaves and mud all over my wood floors. BUT the Craigslist stuff was sitting in front of the garage & my front porch light was on.
Earlier in this shitty day, Manchild called to see if he could take his brother to Gamestop. Sounds weird that he'd call to ask but he's had his license for 3 weeks and I'm leery about my 14 yr old in the car with him. I said sure, reminded him to becareful and asked if his chores were done - he said Yup.
So I sat down at the dining room table Fiance hands me a cocktail and says Just Calm down we'll get through this. But I couldn't calm down I was livid, irate & seeing red. The two kids are sitting downstairs playing their new video game (the 14 yr old is sick) without a care in the world and thinking they did a great job today - although the 14 yr old was told to stay in bed. I started making dinner and at 7 I went downstairs to remind manchild of his Job Interview at 8 pm at WalMart, He says oh ya thanks, any chance you could make me one of those steaks and just leave it in the frig for me? I'll heat it up when I get home later. And that's when all hell broke loose. I lost it. Started screaming like a lunatic with me finishing every sentence with get the F out you selfish SOB! Manchild is looking confused because he's not sure if I mean it or am just being crazy. 14 yr old is VERY upset as he idolizes his bro. Manchild now is screaming back I have no where to go and no money - I'm screaming back not my f'ing prob - u should have thought about that before buying a video game & pot. U choose to play video games today instead of looking for a job. U choose to play video games instead of doing the laundry. These are your F'ing choices and I'm sick up cleaning up your F'ing messes - get the f out NOW!!!!!!!
So he left and I'm folding the laundry trying to calm down and 14 yr old, Ben, starts telling me that I'm a shitty mom cuz I threw his Bro out w/ no money and no where to go and what kind of a mother does that. Zac doesn't have enough gas to get to his friends house, it's freezing outside and that Zac worked his ass of today and I'm ridiculous as my standard of living is too high. Ben goes to boarding school during the week so he doesn't see the day to day BS here. Ben continues that Zac does exactly what he's told and if I had wanted things done differently than I should have been home to supervise. I know he's 14 and doesn't understand but it just killed me more than throwing Zac out.
So now I realize that my MIL is sitting upstairs and I just behaved like a raging lunatic. She's never seen me angry in the 5 years she's known me. I'm always sweet and polite. I'm now embarrassed and have to come upstairs to apologize. She says Boy Oh Boy I never knew you were like that, I hope you don't treat my son like that when I'm not around. LOL - I said of course not LOL and with that I went in my room and cried for about an hour. BTW she's a sweet old lady so there was nothing meant by her statement other than a joke to try and lighten the mood.
About 2 hours Manchild comes home he doesn't have gas to get to his friends and forgot his coat in the haste to get out and wants to know if he can have his coat. My fiance asked me what to do - I said he could stay the night and we'll talk in the morning. So now that it's morning I've realized that I have behaved sooooo badly by screaming and then by allowing him to come back. I'm beside myself and have no idea what to do. Not to mention I'm hoarse now.
So any advice would be appreciated right now...