I got home last night to see that Mr. Mama left the kids' breakfast dishes in the sink. Now I see why her son is such a slob.
I realized this morning that she also let Bits carry her special cup on the ride to school, and then didn't bring it back to the house. I had to call her this morning about the cup - the Bear said he thought it was in Mr. Mama's car, and I didn't want to keep looking around the house if he was right - and she acknowledged that she had the cup but did not whisper one word of apology about dropping the ball on me yesterday.
That woman's emotional maturity peaked in high school. Not only is she about as reliable as a (poorly raised) teenager, she treats her own screw-ups the way a teenager does, too.
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