How the ever loving fuck do I live this down?
Middle child, 19, has just let herself not only into the house but into our room with three friends in tow.
We were in bed. It’s a very very rare Saturday that I’m not at work and the youngest is out. So obviously we made the most of it.
We heard her key in the door (she was at work until midnight as far as we knew), scrambled, but then she flung our bedroom door open to find us in a state of trying to throw clothes on. Two lads and another girl right behind her on the landing. She was looking for my straighteners to borrow. She thought we were out.
I’m fucking furious as well as embarrassed. But what the fuck. How do I deal with this? Is it our fault for not always expecting her home? Hers for having zero boundaries?
who is at fault here? And how should I approach this?