Mom guilt is serious stuff. I remember coming home from work one day and finding dishes piled up by the sink from my son and his friend who were sound asleep upstairs. It was 3 PM. They had grilled steaks. Huge black ants were crawling all over the sink, leftovers, and dishes. I went on a rampage waking them up and yelling about the mess they made and the ANTS. God, I HATE ants. I had a special patient die that day and this set me off. I felt terrible afterward. They were just boys being boys. But, I would put that in a memoir because I only did that a couple of times in my life while raising 4 children.