Apparently my son is now “tonk”. Presumably that is a good thing. I want to be “tonk” because I like the word. Another new word. I wonder if that will stand the test of time?
I had my son’s friend staying last night. He had had another argument with his dad and needed somewhere to stay, so arrived really late. I don’t mind being a haven for refugees, but I find it deeply strange (because he’s done this before) that his parents let him leave home and stay somewhere else, without a) coming to get him b) checking he’s OK or c) speaking to me. Weird.
Another friend of my son’s has been threatened with expulsion from school for a very unusual misdemeanour. I probably shouldn’t discuss it until they’ve made their decision, but rather cruelly the school have told him they will make the decision after half-term. How to ruin a holiday.
A Mother's Place is in the Wrong
October 22, 2008Gosh Lulu, your post brought back lots of memories. Our house was the sanctuary for both Son’s and Daughter’s friends – often in similar circumstances. I often had other people’s children sleeping over in sleeping bags etc. I think they liked the simplicity of our house – no arguing parents, no-one to take sides.And of course I did actually talk to my children – something that doesn’t always happen in a two-parent “nuclear family”. I got very good at stretching the spag bol! M xx
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October 23, 2008I know. I have to say I love having lots of kids around and generally (when I’m not arguing with them) it is all calm, unlike how it used to be and as you say spag bol can stretch a long long way Lx