So recently I blogged about DH finding food (or evidence thereof) in SS11's room, despite our "no food or drink upstairs" rule. He was livid. Of course, by the time SS came back to our house he had cooled some. He had a talk with SS about the rule and keeping his room clean, then confiscated electronics until he'd cleaned the room.

I was annoyed -- talking does nothing. And he got the electronics back a couple of hours later.

So, yesterday, DH picked him up from school, then had to run upstairs to his office for a call with his boss. I usually work in the living room, next to the kitchen, so I was there. SS got a snack and stood in the kitchen eating it. I was paying attention. Then I heard the fridge door being opened very quietly. Got up to casually go into the kitchen and he went out another door and upstairs but I got a glimpse of him with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

I mentioned it to DH, who asked him if he had any snacks in there. No. This morning, after dropping SS at school, we checked his room and found a half-eaten cheese stick on the floor of the storage attic that's off his room.

 I'm so sick of this. The lying. The sneaking. The fact that DH is so weedy about it. He gets mad. He talks to SS. He does nothing. Most stuff, I'm disengaging but this is something that does affect me since we could end up with bugs. I'm not letting this one go but it is sooooo frustrating and I've about had it with this spoiled, entitled brat. And that's what I hate most. He could be a great kid but he's being ruined by his parents who can't be bothered to actually be parents.