luckyfox
She's the cats pajamas
- Location
- County Durham
All parents dread the night when 'that' child comes to sleep over. You know which one I mean, the one who has everything, goes everywhere and thinks ordering a pizza means Dominoes!
He's nice enough and all the countries he's visited this year tends to blow over our heads. He's visited, sorry, inspected every corner of the house to see if it's to his liking. I've even changed the bunk beds! Do you know how hard it is for me to even pry the offspring teenager from the duvet long enough to be changed over the summer holidays but yes, we have clean sheets!
He's known as a King to an online world apparently with 'friends' all over globe. Met even one of them in person?? No, course not. But he has a harem of people he contacts daily via the internet, even someone from Greece! (Present company accepted of course but at least we know people in the outside world, you know, in 'real life')
But we've only gone and bloody made him cry!!
Is this it? Is this my whatever social status down the pan? I've never been 'one of them' the ones who gossiped in the playground. I was the blur waving at the child who was completely oblivious to being left as he raced towards the Lego diving in Scrooge McDuck style while I pelted off to work still munching my jam on toast and brushing my hair. I was always given a sky look when I took a day off and baked the worlds best muffins for the bake sale or volunteered for the school trips. It never fazed me. Had I just stood in the playground and bitched with them I would have been 'in' but no, I worked, my son had no multiaphabetical illness that meant I could claim the right benefits (no disrespect to the genuine children who suffer but these were just unhappy children playing up) No I worked hard, so hard our social circle moved and the posh kid came to stay. Today of all bloody days!
We didn't mean to make him cry! I sent them both out to pick up a dessert of their choosing. (It's a code we have that means 'I need a cup of tea in peace' here's a £5. For those without minions) No indication of anything... Then when they get back my offspring delightfully tells me the poor boy cried because he's so not used to leaving his own room!! ..... Yes let that sink in!
Now I know my son is different, he's mentally a child of the 80's for heavens sake but that's not right. Poor love! They're nearly 14! My son has a good balance of street wise v being childlike naive. But to be afraid to walk to the local shop? I wish he'd spoken up, I would have gone too but they were more concerned on what type of cake they were going to buy. No indication he wasn't ok. Hasn't mentioned it either. Very British stuff upper lip child of our time. Maybe he didn't even know how to say a short walk wasn't ok. He was dropped off at our door tonight! He only lives a 3 min cycle away and doesn't own a bike...
He's nice enough and all the countries he's visited this year tends to blow over our heads. He's visited, sorry, inspected every corner of the house to see if it's to his liking. I've even changed the bunk beds! Do you know how hard it is for me to even pry the offspring teenager from the duvet long enough to be changed over the summer holidays but yes, we have clean sheets!
He's known as a King to an online world apparently with 'friends' all over globe. Met even one of them in person?? No, course not. But he has a harem of people he contacts daily via the internet, even someone from Greece! (Present company accepted of course but at least we know people in the outside world, you know, in 'real life')
But we've only gone and bloody made him cry!!
Is this it? Is this my whatever social status down the pan? I've never been 'one of them' the ones who gossiped in the playground. I was the blur waving at the child who was completely oblivious to being left as he raced towards the Lego diving in Scrooge McDuck style while I pelted off to work still munching my jam on toast and brushing my hair. I was always given a sky look when I took a day off and baked the worlds best muffins for the bake sale or volunteered for the school trips. It never fazed me. Had I just stood in the playground and bitched with them I would have been 'in' but no, I worked, my son had no multiaphabetical illness that meant I could claim the right benefits (no disrespect to the genuine children who suffer but these were just unhappy children playing up) No I worked hard, so hard our social circle moved and the posh kid came to stay. Today of all bloody days!
We didn't mean to make him cry! I sent them both out to pick up a dessert of their choosing. (It's a code we have that means 'I need a cup of tea in peace' here's a £5. For those without minions) No indication of anything... Then when they get back my offspring delightfully tells me the poor boy cried because he's so not used to leaving his own room!! ..... Yes let that sink in!
Now I know my son is different, he's mentally a child of the 80's for heavens sake but that's not right. Poor love! They're nearly 14! My son has a good balance of street wise v being childlike naive. But to be afraid to walk to the local shop? I wish he'd spoken up, I would have gone too but they were more concerned on what type of cake they were going to buy. No indication he wasn't ok. Hasn't mentioned it either. Very British stuff upper lip child of our time. Maybe he didn't even know how to say a short walk wasn't ok. He was dropped off at our door tonight! He only lives a 3 min cycle away and doesn't own a bike...
