my oldest ds has moved out. Yesterday, he calls round whilst i was at work and helps himself to £10. I turn into a psycho wailing banshee, drive round to his flat - scream at his GF and leave. come home and start sobbing at the utter rubbishness that is ds1 - and wonder what kind of rubbish parent am i that produces this spawn of rubbishness.
Ds2 meanwhile, makes me a brew - he has been at work all day too ( summer job in dvd shop) he graciously listens to my moment of melodrama back of hand on forehead stuff. Calms me down by talking about his day.
TODAY - i come home and there is a bunch of flowers off ds2 - a nice bunch too.
now i obviously think i am the best parent in the world to produce such a lovely kind wonderful brilliant loving thoughtful excellent son.