No post yesterday despite my pact with myself to do one a day for one month.
I went to book club last night and was not home until 11.30 pm and thus had to go straight to bed.
I did end up googling reviews for the books I bought and then thought it might be okay to read them. Ha ha. But I just fibbed my way through the whole thing and all went well.
Naturally there was talk about kids. All of those book club gals have children no older than seven so are at that phase in parenting where kids are generally easier to influence. Is that the word? Maybe not. Maybe as a parent you feel more in control and then you get to the teenage years and realise that you and the child are suddenly in the cockpit together trying to fly the plane of life. Both aiming for control.
I know I have gone on about this whole parenting thing before. Parenting styles polarise people. So many things will determine how a parent will guide their children through life.
Anyway, during the course of the evening there was a discussion about a family whose children go to the same local school as the children of two book club girls. The parents are nice. Mother is a solicitor and the father is a lawyer. The girls are nice to but (ain't there always a but) they are always untidy. Hair unbrushed, clothes mismatched and dirty shoes. A bit wild.
Some of the girls have been to this couples house for a "play date" (I hate that term) and therein lies a little problem. The parents are very, very easy going. In fact, they are too easy going. Too liberal.
The house is dirty. And untidy. The kids are allowed to run around and watch television. They were even allowed to sit in the parents bed, eating chocolate and watching television. If they are hungry they can just raid the fridge or the pantry and eat what they like.
They are left to their own devices........
Children left to their own devices.
No structured play.
No fruit plate with cheese cubes.
They might have found a chocolate biscuit and EATEN it!!!
Or drank milk straight from the carton.
And not washed their hands after having a pee.
Oh, wait, that's my place I am talking about.
Nah, seriously, hand washing after a pee is mandatory.
But I have to confess to all the other misdemeanours.
Which may explain why my son never has friends over.