Luckily for me, one essential part of Mother's Day is that all is forgiven.
From the lovely montage of Mother's Day tributes I received from Miss Thang:
an ode to me:
-- although I'd kill to know what was edited out ("Who fears my wrath"? "Who fears being left alone with her 7-yr-old daughter" "who fears her daughter's teenage years"?);
a letter (competitive much?):
And my favorite, the back-handed compliment:
I am nice "often." The rest of the time? Not so much.
I guess it's the best you could expect for a woman who doesn't know how to love.