Dani Garavelli: Mother’s Day can’t make up for the other 364

Before I start carping, I should point out that I like being a mother as much as the next person. As long as the next person is Medea. Only joking, kids. That’s the great thing about teenagers; they appreciate snark. The not-so-great thing is that, by the time you are reading this, my house will probably look like something out of Project X, due to a birthday party on Friday night to which I was not cordially invited.