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. Since the boy was in bed all day, I naturally assumed with him having an upset stomach that he would not want any supper. I made one very large pizza for hubby and I, and one cheese-less pizza for middle child. Now normally I would make a pizza for everyone, but again he was in bed all day. So when I yelled pizza was ready for middle child and hubby, wasn’t I surprised when the teenage boy came down the stairs. Middle child blasted me for not making him a pizza, hubby added his two cents worth (later he did say the boy should not be eating anything heavy anyways).
I apologized and the teenage boy ate something else (I didn’t notice what it was though). So less than 24 hours into the New Year, I believe I have won the bad mother of the year award. As a friend said on Twitter, at least I got it out-of-the-way.