So today’s story of parenting an adult son who has left home;
Phone call at 7am this morning, can I take him to an emergency Drs appt as he’s been peeing blood all night. I am panicking thinking it’s cancer (after Googling).
No he’s just called me saying he injured himself having sex the other night and he can’t wank or have sex for 10 days 😭😭
Just settled down to watch an extra slice - phone call “mum how can I tell if potatoes have gone off? They smell funny?!” Me “have you washed them” him “washed them? Why would I wash potatoes?” 😭😭😭😭