Dd woke me up with lovingly wrapped presents (mahoosive teddy, mug and card, which nanny obviously paid for
).
Ds woke around 12, hasn't come out of his room yet, spoke to me like a piece of shit when I called him. He's so lovely and polite to everyone apart from me, and wouldn't dare to speak to his dad like that.
I know, I know, teens.
But it's just ONE day a year. I don't claim to be the best mum in the world but I (unfortunately) know some very bad ones and even their teenage sons aknowledged the day.
Now i'm going to have to go to my mum's later and pretend i'm not upset so I don't ruin her day too.