I cringed all day whenever I recalled the lecture I gave to my daughter as I dropped her off (late) to school this morning.
Worst Mother Ever: (in an accusatory voice) What were you doing upstairs when I was calling and calling you to come down?
W.M.E.: What were you doing? You were reading weren’t you?
My daughter: (mumbled, barely audible, sheepish response) Yes.
W.M.E.: You’re not allowed to read in the morning anymore! Got it? NO READING ALLOWED! Now you’re going to be late for school, because you were…READING!”
Poor, poor kid…and it’s only the fifth day of school.
4 thoughts on “I’m the Worst. Mother. Ever.”
Too funny (and all too familiar…) What a life of crime she leads 🙂
a straight up thug!!
No wonder we like you (all) so much!
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