I would like to say that we all slept well and woke up in great moods and we had a fantastic weekend. Yeah, that would be a complete lie. Instead, I had to deal with a petulant, hormonal teenager and an angsty husband intent on pushing the self-destruct button.
By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, I was fed up with the bickering and ended up calling my mum to come and rescue me under the pretext of a party crisis. By the time I returned home late that evening, I had found Taylor and Stix in a reluctant truce, with Taylor finally agreeing to take Stix to see her mother first thing in the morning.
As I finally fell into a deep dreamless sleep, all I could feel was a small amount of relief to finally find some kind of sweet oblivion.
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“Seriously, Mum?” I practically yell down
