Warning! Feelings On My Sleeve Entry!! in Muddling Through As Best I Can

It's not been a good week over here for me. Not sure if I'm just having a down week or if people are really being this insensitive in my household. First, the GF, Gail pulled a little boner that's turned into strife in the household. I had a little bourbon that Brandon, my eldest left here. It was from a $300.00 bottle that he wanted to share. I had to work and wouldn't have any, even the half a shot that he left, and so put it in the refrigerator for another day. The next morning it was gone, and when I asked Gail, she denied knowing anything about it, and said Brian must have drunk it as he was the only other person home beside us. I asked Brian and he said that he hadn't, at which point I noticed the glass in the dish drain. I told Gail, he might sneak the liquor, but he wouldn't have washed the glass afterward. Then she fessed up. The bourbon itself was no big deal, but lying and blaming it on Brian is. We haven't talked about it yet, she had to leave town the same afternoon for a funeral, and I don't feel this is a phone conversation. Needless to say, there is now a good bit of friction where Brian is concerned, and if it's a girlfriend or strife with my son, well no contest. And the boys; I've worked the last seven days in a row, come home, cooked supper, even got all Martha Stewart and made lemon meringue pie and peach cobbler for them after twelve and fourteen hour days.
Last night I told them to fix supper because it was a particularly rough day. They made sandwiches, and I still ended up doing dishes and cleaning up the house before I could go to bed. Today, I decided we would have a good supper since it is my only day off. I got up at five a.m., went to the grocery store, ran errands, got a haircut and then came home and started laundry and housecleaning. My new two year old granddaughter is quite the mess maker. Brad and Shea took off to a friends house, Brian came home from school and went straight to sleep, and no one bothered to show up for dinner. But no one understands why I'm a little put out. I grilled steaks and made baked potatoes and a greek salad, and baked cookies. From scratch for heaven's sake! Brad breezed through just in time to get ready for work and leave, taking food with him, but I was looking forward to a family meal. With our schedlules these are fewer and further between than ever, and it means a lot to me to have that time them.
I don't particularly mind cleaning up after them, or cooking, or errands, or giving out funds when they run short, but when I ask for family time, I don't think that's too much to ask for, especially when Brad only works three days a week versus my usual six or seven, and Brian is doing half days at high school for his senior year. The end result is, kids are going to be selfish and insensitive ninety-nine percent of the time, and Gail is most likely going to get her walking papers. Frankly, I feel like if you'll lie about the small stuff, you'll lie about the big stuff. And blaming Brian for something she did is totally not cool with me. If she'll do it on something small, she'll do it on something big, so I guess this relationship is gonna go the way of the dodo bird. No matter how aggravating my sons can be, if she causes friction with my kids, there's no future there whether they're grown or not. Women come and go, but my kids are forever. Anyhow, sorry to bore everyone with my whining and complaining, but I'm trying not to start in on my family over something so small tonight. There's actually more, but I'll keep the rest to myself for now, I think I've griped enough for one night.