It was less than twenty-four hours into the New Year and I am already a bad mother. What did I do? Well, to start with the teenage boy had a New Year’s Eve party, which overall was fine, except he drank a tad too much. So the next day he had a wicked hangover and spent most of the day in bed. Hubby looked after him, because I basically told him to suck it up and clean the bathroom (didn’t happen). Thus when he yelled for assistance it was dad he called for, not mom.
Second mistake of the day – supper.