Life with a teen…
Me to teen (on day six of recovering from a really nasty back injury): I feel even better again today.
Teen to me: Please can you make me some beans on toast then.
Later after mess below (what happens if teen, still hungry after entire can beans and sausages and multiple toast slices, then reaches past ketchup for a yoghurt):
Me: It’s okay, I’ll clear it this time as I haven’t helped much for a few days.
Teen: Okay then.
Teen: But I feel bad leaving you with it.
Teen (skipping happily back to teen den upstairs): But not bad enough to help.
There is no point crying over spilt ketchup and I am trying to focus on the positive that at least the mayo did not crack open too. Does look a bit like a crime scene though.
Good morning everyone!