There is one simple question that splits parents neatly into two groups. Two groups who each take equal offence at the other’s morally reprehensible approach to parenting. If you are looking for something that defines the difference between a yummy mummy and a slummy mummy, this is it.
(Ooooh, what could it be??)
No, it isn’t the breast vs bottle debate.
It has nothing to do with your feelings on state vs private education.
It’s not about washing your hands before meals, or how much television you let your children watch.
It is this:
This month saw the arrival of my second post-Christmas credit card statement. I felt rather pleased with myself opening it, because I knew that even though I accidentally spent about £1,500 on it on Christmas presents, I paid off the balance almost completely in the first week of January.
So self-satisfied was I in fact, that I almost wanted to punch myself in the face.
My eye was caught though by the line telling me I had ‘£13,416 available to spend’.
£13,416 is quite a lot of money…
Having calmed down from my fury of Thursday night, and after agreeing to balance the crafts and foot rubs with a workshop on women in the media, I’ve got a quick weekend competition for you. Just to lighten the mood. I’m going to be quick though, as Take Me Out has just started. (Seriously, how great is Take Me Out?? No likey, no lighty…)
Here’s the deal…
Aromettes are a new coffee thing from Douwe Egberts. It’s like ordinary ground coffee, but pressed into single serving bean shapes. Not only does the process apparently lock in the flavour, but they also look very cute in a glass jar.
I’ve tried some, and they were pretty nice. You can get them exclusively in Tesco from Monday if you want some of your own.
Tonight I am pissed off.
And not just because I am home on my own after spending a very lovely 29 hours with not-so-new Boyfriend (not that I’m counting). Although that probably doesn’t help if I’m honest.
Tonight I had an email about my local arts centre and their proposed programme of events to celebrate International Women’s Day. Now when I first saw in their brochure that they were planning a day of talks and workshops I was excited, keen to see what they would come up with.
Now I am not so excited.
Most of us have a vague idea in our heads of the kind of parent we want to be.
Maybe you want to be the strict one, the kind of parent that can get homework done swiftly with just a carefully raised eyebrow, or perhaps you’d rather be the ‘they’re going to do it anyway so I’d rather it was under my roof’ type, who dishes out cans of Strongbow and condoms every weekend.