
My Teen Son and His Friends Made Fun of Me for ‘Just Cleaning All Day’ — I Taught Them the Perfect Lesson
I’m Talia, and for as long as I can remember, I believed that love meant doing everything so that no one else ever had to lift a finger. I scrubbed floors until they gleamed, kept our fridge stocked like a small grocery, made sure Noah had every bottle and cuddle he needed, and tried—often in vain—to get Eli out the door on time for school. I even massaged the knots from Rick’s tired feet after a twelve‑hour day in steel‑toed boots. I thought all that was enough. But last Thursday