Friday, 25 July 2008

I'm sick of being ill...

The Bad Mutha household has had to go into quarantine for the last few days.

DD2 picked up a hideous projectile vomiting bug late last week and gave it to the rest of us one by one.

It’s been like a game of Russian Roulette trying to work out which one of us was going to get it next.

God sometimes it’s rubbish having small kids.

They pick up every single bug going and pass it on without a care in the world.

I don’t think I’ve had a month so far this year when I haven’t had some sort of cold/sickness/feeling generally crap scenario.

Of course, I blame DD2’s toddler group for everything.

She went there last Wednesday. Sure enough the next day she was boffing for Britain.

My suspicions were confirmed when I talked to another mum who goes there - and exactly the same symptoms had emerged at exactly the same time in her little girl.

And then all her family had come down with it too.

Coincidence maybe. I think not. As Arthur C Clarke used to say.

Anyway, the other mum and I both spent an enjoyable half hour bitching about which little toe-rag we thought it was who’d gone to the village hall harbouring all those nasty germs and deliberately passed them on to everyone else.

I suppose the only consolation is knowing his/her family all spent most of this week staring at the bottom of a bog bowl too.

Anyway, wonder who we’ve passed it on to....?


Friday, 18 July 2008

School's out - but not for everyone!

DD1 is proper hacked off today - again.
All the schools in Notts are celebrating the end of term this weekend - but we live up the A609 in leafy(ish) Derbyshire.
And she has to haul her ass into school on three more occasions next week thanks to good old Derbyshire County Council.
Breaking up next Wednesday instead of today might not seem like the end of the world to you and I.
But when, like DD1, you’re in the last year of primary and you’ve been doing nothing but farting about since about May, it does seem to be unnecessarily prolonging the agony
Course I did point out that Notts kids should officially be going in until Tuesday. They’re only finishing now because most schools decided to have the extra two days as inset days.
DD1’s school on the other hand made the really sensible decision to have inset days two weeks ago.
Logical or what?
Anyway, I’m secretly glad. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for the brand new parental status known as: “not having a child at primary school.”
No more school runs in the pouring rain? No more bitching at the gate with the other mums? No more driving round the streets for three hours looking for a parking space?
How will I ever cope?

Friday, 4 July 2008

To pierce or not to pierce - that is the question...

What age is it ok to let your DD get her ears pierced?

My eldest is 11 and has been nagging me morning, noon and night to let her have it done.

She reckons she is the only girl in Year Six not to have pierced ears.

And indeed I know this is probably quite close to the truth - especially as round where I live the average age for getting it done is about two.

But there was no way I was going to let my PFB (precious first born) anywhere near one of those ear butchers at such a young age.

I don’t know what it is about seeing a toddler with pierced ears that makes me feel so uneasy.

Is it just because it’s such a chavvy look? Or maybe because it seems like plain child cruelty to me?

How can a mum actually go ahead and take a small child to have a gun pierce a hole through her ears like that?

I feel bad enough about the prospect with a nice mature DD who is about to start secondary school - never mind a little tot who doesn’t have a clue about fashion trends and accessorizing an outfit.

I am fairly tempted to say I have no objection to my own kid’s wishes.

Mainly because she is so pathetic when it comes to pain and squeamish things that I suspect she will chicken out in the end.

Plus, she probably takes after me - allergic to virtually all forms of jewellery apart from solid platinum and gold.

And there’s no way, even on HER pocket money, she will ever be able to stretch to that...