Bed and Breakfast, and Lunch, and Dinner, and Breakfast, and Chauffer, and entertainment

We are hosting a group of Hayley's camp friends for the weekend. I was looking forward to getting to know them a little better, sitting around the dinner table, listening to their cute teenaged conversations, and providing a warm and inviting place for the girls to re-bond and re-connect.

I spent the morning at Genuardi's yesterday, carefully meal planning for the next three days, (not to mention buying last minute X-Mas gifts), with, I dare say, visions of happy teens dancing in my head.

I have now served three meals, and 75% of those I am serving aren't even interested in eating what I've prepared. Reheating pre-packaged mashed potatoes and plain pasta would have been enough.

They barely sit still long enough to finish their food, and g-d forbid they can carry on a conversation with anyone but eachother. Any little funny joke I make goes over like a lead balloon. (Oh my g-d, I'm the embarrassing mother). They left the dinner table last night, and not one little guest bothered to clear her (paper) plate and (plastic) silverware.

They were bored, within an hour or so, and then the conversation went to, can we go to the movies? (Why can't you just rent something, or for heavens sake, why not watch a movie in our own library?) Or, maybe, they can have people over. Okay, I acquiesce, how about three or four. A half hour later 9 more people walk in the house.

They hung out fairly quietly *okay, I admit it, i did fall asleep for an hour watching Shrek with Addie*, but I woke up to the sound of Conner (name changed to protect the family's good name) chasing Christina around the house with a toilet plunger.

The camp girls slept til 11, then joined us for brunch. Again, my cooking was not a hit. Instead of french toast bread pudding with warm maple syrup, the girls mostly ate life cereal. And as we sat around the breakfast table, I realized that they had no interest in our company, they saw just eachother. And their cell phones. At one point during the meal, each girl was busy talking or texting on her cell phone. It was obnoxious.

Anyway, I only have another day, til we redeliver them back to their parents. I'm glad to provide an opportunity to be with their pals, but I kind of wish I felt appreciated. Instead, I feel a little like the hired help.

Oy, this was depressing, didn't mean for this to sound so sad. I'm really not, just needed to vent and one day remember what a giving mommy I am.

xoxo