My name is Jenn, and I'm 26 years old and married to a wonderful man named Daniel. Together we have a five year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
Last week my mother promised she would take Ryan for a sleepover on Friday night. Well, Friday morning, afternoon and evening came and went, and she never called, emailed, or texted, and she didn’t return the two messages I left on her machine. Fortunately, Ryan forgot all about the sleepover, and I shushed Alyssa when she brought it up, so he wasn’t reminded of it either. Well, guess who woke up this morning asking for a sleepover at Grandmom’s house? So while I was out running errands this morning, I called my mom and asked her to please follow through on her promise of a sleepover, as her three year old grandson is very upset about not being able to go on sleepovers, while his five year old sister does fairly often.
Her response? Ooh, this still has my blood boiling… “I’ll take him on Sunday night.” Sunday night as in NEXT Sunday night. WTF? She has nothing to do all day and all day to do it in, yet she can’t make time to take her grandson overnight. I told her flat out that I hope she feels really shitty for doing this to Ryan, and I hope she can sleep well at night knowing she’s letting him down over and over and over again.
What pisses me off the most is that when my brothers were younger — younger than they are now, of course, but a few years older than Alyssa and Ryan — my mom would give me such hell if Dan and I made plans to do things with them, but then had to cancel due to work or something else coming up. Funny that when the tables are turned, only she has no valid excuse, she has not only no excuse of any kind, but she doesn’t even show a lick of remorse for it!
I hope she comes through on her promise to take him on Sunday night. I could really use the quiet time on Monday morning to catch up on my writing about wedding favors!
