Pseudosupermum has concluded that she wasn't cut out for parenthood. I keep getting things wrong. I had a fantasy that one day my adult offspring would look forward to coming home to visit me.
Not the way things are going, they won't. They'll just run a mile and never return. It doesn't make sense - you do a hundred little NICE things every day, put yourself out, try to be helpful - and do they appreciate it? No.
Someone shoot me!