February 27th, 2017

Macbeth the Usurper


It was a party weekend and a family weekend with us, so this meant cleaning up the house. We had a bunch of 10 year old girls staying the night. In good news, this meant that Jenny finally cleaned up all her projects slouching about the basement.

To my good fortune, the bathtub clogged on Friday. This was good because the tub has a clog, but I hadn't been able to get to it. With it fully clogged, was able to use a shop vac to suck the clog out, and boy oh boy, what a wad of hair had been down there. I think this is the clod of hair that came with the house, so now that terribly draining tub is draining the fastest that I've ever seen it drain.

Meanwhile, Saturday was ridiculously warm, with the forsythia's beginning to bloom and an several cherries in full blossom. Spring a month early, thank you global warming.

For the party, Jenny arranged a "Wings of Fire" game for the birthday girl, beginning with some dragon coloring. Once everybody got their sheets, they went through a series of challenges, cumulating in a bunch of adults/relatives (frost giants) getting beat up by the dragons. Good fun was had.

Cutting the ice cream cake turned into a substantial challenge as that cake part just wouldn't cut. Meanwhile, I have a bunch of eager ten year olds around each asking for a specific piece and I'm trying to not chop off either bits of myself or bits of my guests.

We ordered pizza for the girls. They ate some, but didn't wolf down as much as we had anticipated, and none of the pepperoni. (I thought that some kids would have chosen pepperoni. I was wrong. They were terribly spoiled children because they didn't eat the pepperoni. Oh, well, more for the adults.)

On Sunday, I slouched about, did laundry, let the girl play all day on her computer, and played all day on my own. This week's bread was a plain whole wheat.
Macbeth the Usurper

Spoiled Children

I asked myself today, "Do spoiled children actually exist?"

I know that we, as parents, want to avoid, that, but considering how few spoiled children I've seen (none in recent memory), I'm beginning to think that they're legendary creatures.

Partly, I think that spoiled children are a term of authoritarian culture, and that authoritative culture sees the issue differently. "Spoiled children" mostly makes sense when the authority demands conformity to the authority.

As for "doing everything that the kid wants", what parent can do that? Most of aren't rich enough to say yes to everything even if we are permissive liberal wimps. We have no choice but to say no on things, and in that, we have a practical, real-world brake on most spoiling. Perhaps if I was rich I could spoil my child, but only if I'm rich.

I now put "spoiling children" into the same realm as werewolves and vampires: horror stories for parents.