One things for certain, I sure as hell won’t be winning any ‘Mother of the Year’ awards following this past fortnights cock-ups. Firstly there was the boxer skirt incident which I’m not entirely sure whether J did at home or at school. Either way he somehow managed to rip almost every seam on a pair of his beloved Angry Birds boxer shorts, turning them into what appeared to be an extremely short skirt. He then modelled his rags through the kitchen whilst notifying me that he required an ‘underwear update’. It was only when I went through his underwear drawer …
