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Jul 06, 2011 20:31

My daughter (my seventeen year old daughter) came home tonight drunk. Not tipsy, not slightly inebriated - royally pissed. And on a school night, no less! Sure, it's summer, but she has summer... things... she goes to, right? So it's still functionally a school night!

And of course somehow I'm the one who ends up sleeping on the sofa (which is why I'm awake - this thing is really a bit ridiculously uncomfortable for the amount of time we spend on it. Maybe we need a new one...) On the other hand, Penny's playing nursemaid to the first-time-sick-due-to-alcohol-consumption ingrate currently occupying our bathroom, so perhaps being here on the sofa on the other side of the house isn't such a bad thing after all...

Oh, great, now Jamie's up and taunting her... about not being able to hold her alcohol half as well as he can. Time to step in and remind him she's hardly the first of our kids to investigate the social opportunities of our little corner of London, let alone the first to come home and need Mum to sort them out after. I swear, one of these days we're going to get a call about him that isn't merely "he skipped maths again." Well, off to parent I suppose...

fml, family

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