As you come home, you stumble into a scene that you've seen a fair few times: Your mother having a beer on the couch in shorts and a tank top.

"There you are kid! Grab a beer and take a load off."

You can tell from her speech and mannerisms that she has already downed a beer or two. You look around the living room; her work clothes that she seemingly discarded as soon as she stepped into the house are strewn on the floor.

"Don't just stand there like a statue, kid. Sit."

She pats the spot on the couch next to her