Last summer, I came home from work on Friday, and hubby's friend Jay was there, along with his wife Suz, and Suz's friend Nikki. They also had both of their kids there (A nine year old boy and one year old girl). I had picked my kids up on the way home, and my seven year old daughter was complaining about not feeling well. Hubby was working on Nikki's car, so I took the kids inside and started dinner.
By the time dinner was done, Suz had gone in and out of the house often enough and dropped enough hints that it was apparent that I was expected to cook dinner for the five of them as well as my own family. They had all come over in Nikki's car, which was on blocks in my driveway at the moment, so I went out and whispered to hubby that I didn't have enough food for everyone. He loudly told me to order pizza. So I ordered pizza. Ah well. The dinner I cooked could be eaten the next night just as easily.
My daughter was still complaining about not feeling well, so I parked her on the couch and took her temp. Suz comes in again and asks if we have any beer. I told her I had a twelve pack, and she went back outside. Apparently 12 wasn't enough, so Jay borrowed hubby's car and went and got another 12 pack.
Over the course of the night, my daughter just kept feeling worse, and I kept going outside and giving my hubby updates on her condition. Little passive aggressive hints (I know, I know. Bad LadyDyani!) that they SHOULD LEAVE NOW! Jay, Suz, and Nikki stayed stubbornly parked on the front porch, despite the fact that Nikki's car was fixed shortly after the pizza arrived. Finally, my daughter's temp got so high I decided to take her to the ER. I came home with her an hour later, ear infection prescription in hand, just as Jay, Suz, and Nikki were leaving with their demon spawn. Those kids completely trashed my house. Seems they decided to put the three kids inside while I was gone, and the adults stayed outside. I'm not saying it was just their kids' fault, because my own four year old son was with them, but for the sake of all that's holy, I AM NOT YOUR VILLAGE, SUPERVISE YOUR CHILDREN!
So they leave, and I start cleaning while hubby runs off to get the prescription filled. I look in the fridge, and look around the kitchen, and finally notice. Not only did they eat pizza that was payed for by me, and drink the 12 pack of beer that I had in the fridge, but they took the other 12 pack HOME WITH THEM! I was irritated at that, but even more so when I found out that Jay didn't have any money, so hubby had given him the money for the beer he left to go pick up.
I've gotten a bit more assertive since then, so if the same situation arose, I'd have no problem telling them to leave. But every time I see them, Suz looks at me with a faintly puzzled look, as though wondering why we never invite them over any more.