In my absence my husband and son had managed well.
My husband had made two dinners,
beef stroganoff and chicken curry.
They had stroganoff day one,
they had curry day two,
and then on day three,
they had what they tell me was a duo.
Stroganoff and curry together!
So to make up for my time away,
I did what most mothers do.
I began to cook a dinner,
and tackle the laundry.
Nothing too dreadful about that you say.
And you are right,
I had the best of intentions.
I cooked a lovely dinner,
and gathered all the washing I could find.
I was busy as can be.
He made this discovery,
minutes before it was time for him to go,
for his two hour lesson.
No time to dry it!
He roared, and shouted,
used every expletive he knows,
and more than my husband did.
He then put on his soaking wet uniform,
slamming the door behind him!
So as I type,
my son is fighting,
in a soaking wet TaeKwonDo uniform,
smelling of Lavender!
My only explanation I can give,
in order to excuse my madness is,
I thought it was Thursday!
I am not sure he will forgive me,
but hopefully two hours killing others,
will have calmed him.
So can anyone beat that,
or is it official.
Am I the worst mother ever?