Some years ago, as a doting mum of a teenage son, I lovingly spent a good part of a my evenings, sewing buttons back on the cuffs of my darling sons shirts.
I patiently sewed them back on, wondering how on earth every day without fail he came home with them missing.
It was time consuming and wearing a bit thin on my patience as I not only had to sew them back on, and sometimes I was quite tired, I also had to keep buying buttons to replace them.
I came home from work one Monday evening, after a horrible shift as a customer service rep at a very well known and much ranted about communications company. (So ranted about I used to tell my hairdresser I was a cleaner.)
I walked through the door to find my son sat at the kitchen table biting off the buttons on his school shirt cuffs!
"What are you doing?"
"It's fashion, not to have buttons"
My next four children went to school with holes in their trousers and buttons missing...
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RandomThe ironies of being me. Justamum that's actually my email address! Over the years after giving up various jobs, high paying , some of them to look after my children. I felt for years, I was Justamum. Just some of the things, that have made me laugh...
