DS1(17) drank ten pints last night, was sick (multiple times, apparently), came rolling home at 2:30am and fell into bed mumbling things like "I'm sorry mummy. Stay with me, I don't want to be alone. I love you mummy, I'm sorryyyy"... And has just sprung out of bed and gone bouncing out the door to walk the dog saying he feels fine...
Whereas I had nothing to drink, and was up til 4am fretting about stomach pumping and the recovery position, and trying to make sure he didn't drown in his own vomit... And I feel lousy!
'SNOT FAAAAAAAAAAIR!
Anyone else got teens who haven't got what they deserved, recently?!
mwahahahahaaaaaa < 