Yesterday I discovered my son’s hamster had been stuck in it’s ball since I cleaned the cage last Sunday. Apparently my husband forgot to open the ball door when he and my son got done playing with the hamster and put him back. Ok, he oopsed. It happens. And it should have been caught by my son when he checked on his hamster right? Which I ask him to do every morning and he verifies he has done.
Nope. I found the poor hamster yesterday, 5 days no food or water. The poor thing was visibly distressed.
Picture long, calm conversation about this. Parenting at it’s kindest. But apparently not it’s most effective.
Today I go upstairs to vacuum, cat allergic friend coming over this afternoon and I like to have the allergens at a minimum for her.
My son’s cat has NO water. I ask him every day, did you check on your cat’s food and water? Yes, mom. She has plenty.
He lied to me. All week. To my face. My sweet little boy. Lied to me.
Please, please share your stories before I decide I am the worst parent on the planet. Tell me about the last time your kiddo lied to you? Or the worst time?