OK, this isn’t just about disciplining other people’s children but more of a rant about them getting right up in my space when I most don’t want them to!
Now, as many of you know, I’m mum to three ridiculously busy and noisy children so life is rarely quiet … but I’m OK with that … and I normally love the chaos of it … contrary to what I may hint at in many of my posts (well more than hint at, I admit … more shout out at any given opportunity to whoever fancies listening or maybe even to those who don’t want to listen) … but, hey, provides me with heaps of blogging material … so kids please carry on just the way you are (well for now at least and for as long as you can bear me broadcasting to the world!)
… but when I book a treat, such as the hairdresser’s (it’s been known to happen) I welcome the solace of a calm, serene environment … to indulge, reflect, relax … who am I kidding … read loads of trashy magazines in peace with no kids around … I repeat … no kids around … now trust me … this story is far less funny if you think that I like other people’s children being around (which I do but, bear with me, really just not so funny).
… so when I arrived for my trashy magazine fest today I did not want to see that my beautiful hairdresser’s (I become very ownershippy … and yes I know that isn’t a word … about these things) had … can you imagine … two children in it (remember … not so funny if you think I like other people’s children) … hmmm … not the plan … but I quickly checked myself … it could be OK … who would bring their children with them to the hairdresser’s unless they were absolutely angels … this would be OK … nothing ruined … who in their right mind would subject their children on others in the tranquil setting of a small boutique style hairdresser’s if they were nothing other than delightful? … I think you may get an idea of where this story may possibly be going … and you wouldn’t be wrong … how on earth did you guess?
… in fact, I felt sorry for the mother … they weren’t angels … they weren’t delightful … actually let’s expand on that … they were monsters … they were rude, they answered back, they stropped, they chewed gum over and over, then over and over some more, they stared, scowled even, at anyone who dared to look at them, they banged the door of the hairdressers open and shut, open and shut … lots … they slumped in the spare chairs, they sprawled on the floor, they ate really stinky crisps, they repeatedly told their mum to shut up, that they couldn’t be bothered to do what she asked … they totally and utterly single handedly (well there were two of them so perhaps not so single handedly) ruined my reading of trashy magazines in peace … a stolen hour just lost … handed over, without a fight to the monsters … and just in case anyone has any doubts … I promise they weren’t my children!
… so my question is, at what point would one be able to strop back at this behaviour? … which was definitely very high on my agenda. At what point, if any, would I be able to suggest that they pipe down, be kinder to their mum and to stop putting on a show? Just how right would it have been to politely say to the children “Hey, I’m trying to read some trash here can you zip it?” Is it ever right or do I need to just pipe down myself, pour a very large glass of wine and chill … just saying!