My kids. Awesome. Really, they are truly awesome. I did a damn good job in the momma department. Serious kudos to me. Yeah, patting my own back. Someone’s gotta say it.
That being said, I’m going to admit to a little bit of spectacular failure on my part.
These kids, I say kids – they are 27, 24, 23, and 19 – these kids of mine have yet to master the art of washing a damn dish when they are finished with it! At the very least, they could load into the dishwasher. Sheesh.
*For clarification, the 23 year old girl-child no longer lives in my home, but I’ve been to her house, so . . .
I went wrong somewhere. I mean OK, they are kind, compassionate, respectful, loving and all kinds of other great stuff, but they don’t even rinse off their dishes without me losing half my sht to get them to do it. *sigh
Oh well. I still say I was a damn good parent. I’m putting this one on their dad.