Schools need to get an education

One thing has become apparent to me about schools since separating from the kids mother all those years ago – the Australian education system does not know how to deal with divorce.
Kids religious sensibilities, cultural beliefs, learning disorders and any other 'difference' are usually extremely well catered for. Conversely, divorce is like an alien concept to the schools and they just aren't prepared for it.

This gaping hole is made worse considering divorce rates have been so high for such a long time. Divorce is not a new concept and in a lot of ways for many kids, is the new 'norm'. Why are schools still so backwards at helping divorced families?

When you think about bullying programs, cultural sensitivity assemblies and religious celebration instruction / participation and all that jazz, it's amazing how much effort schools put into meeting kids emotional needs – except in the biggest most important area of their whole lives – their home life.

Kids going through or subsequently living with, a divorce, often have different needs to be met. Especially when you have parents that can't co-parent to an adequate level and there is conflict. I am lucky in that my kids mother and I have developed a fairly decent relationship and our co-parenting is mostly on track. Still, we would both rather do parent teacher interviews alone, that kind of thing. You don't get two reports, there isn't adequate delivery of notes and important teacher communications to both parents. We have the technology to make this so easy, but so many schools aren't there.

There is no denying it, divorce is difficult, and hopefully most parents are trying hard to make it easier on the kids, but no matter what – it will always be tough on the kids. They love their parents and want them together, and want life as it should be in their eyes. Schools need to be ready for this, and make it easier for the kids to cope with the new life they have.

By taking the stress out of school interactions for both parents, and ensuring the kids don't have to deal with a parents emotions if they feel out of the loop, uninformed, or lacking in the tools they need to help the kids at school, the happier the kids will be and the easier they will adjust to their new life. After all, they spend so much time at school they have to feel settled when they are there.

No moss on this stone

There are two ways I look at the big picture in life. One is: stability equals success. The other is: if you see a way to improve things, take it. Given those two positions are polar opposites, I feel like a hypocrite when I choose one over the other! Most people I know who have had a life filled with stability are doing quite well for themselves. These are the people who have changed jobs relatively few times, rarely have moved house, and generally live the ‘typical’ life where they are able to build up assets, have holidays, have a family and generally live a well off life. On the contrast, I’ve spent my life bouncing around between jobs and houses, had kids before I was financially stable and generally did everything ass backwards! I’m not quite a “grass is always greener” person. More so, I just seem to spot avenues where I believe I can improve our situation, spend time weighing it up, and take action. Sometimes it works, other times it has no effect or an effect I didn’t foresee. This makes me think more about not changing things, keeping things stable even if it could be better. That makes the decision making even harder because technically, there isn’t much of a basis to not take a path before me, beyond fear of messing up or making life more difficult.

What is the latest change? Well since you waited patiently – we’re moving house again. It’s only been a year, but in that year, we’ve found a few things which really bother us about the current place (such as the entire upstairs floor needing the floor boards ripped a new one because you can’t even check on the kids sleeping without making creaks like a tree falling in the forest). We also have had new duplexes built across the road (very narrow road) which now has us having difficulty even reversing out of our driveway as there are so many cars blocking the vicinity. Small things, but when you add them all up, and see what else is around, you know there is somewhere better suited to our needs. We’ve definitely found that in this new place. It ticks so many boxes we need ticked, solves some problems in terms of getting the kids more space, more ‘noise separation’ in the house, and a much quieter street (no through road) so the little ones can spend more time safely playing and riding in the street.

End result, money being spent which we don’t really want to spend, and weeks of upcoming effort packing, cleaning, moving etc. I can’t say I hate it. Maybe I’m sadistic but I enjoy moving. Cleaning out stuff we’ve hoarded, finding things you forgot you had that you actually want, finding better ways to lay out the house etc. Call me Mr. Excitement, but this is good stuff to me.

Maybe we’re wrong and putting more stress and financial pressure may hurt, but I’m more leaning to the school of thought “Happy home means a happy family”, and when we inspected this place, there was happiness all around from us and the kids, sparkles in my fiancé’s eye, and it had that awesome feeling of ‘home’. So while you can expect some bitching coming up, I’m overall looking forward to this new chapter and feeling hopeful we made the right decision.

The change monster is coming to get me

This step parenting malarkey is tough work sometimes.
Our youngest just turned 6. (My fiancés daughter). She’s still quite young, still fairly fresh to divorced life (and having both her parents engaged to other people), so naturally it’s still a confusing time for her. Our 8 year old still wishes sometimes that life could go back to how it was and I was still with his mum. This is all natural.
Unfortunately my fiancé has a bad relationship with her ex-husband. He is not a person who can see the wrongs he has done in his marriage, and try to make life easy for everyone now. He’s also not the type of person who can put all his own shit aside and co-parent, for his daughter’s sake. He’s very much a 3 year old boy who wants what he wants, when he wants, how he wants it. When he arcs up, it’s like watching a toddler have a tantrum, but using swear words. Yes this may seem one sided, but in all honesty, I can say my fiancé has come leaps and bounds since we got together in regards to how she communicates with him. She has really embraced the concepts of co-parenting and providing the illusion to our daughter that everything is fine between them, but he keeps kicking down the walls week after week.
The latest debacle was him chucking a monster wobbly on her birthday, because face time wasn’t working and he demanded to see her in facetime, rather than just talk to her. Not for a moment did he entertain the concept of the phone networks having issues, or one of the phones involved needing a reboot. To him, it was her mother not wanting to let her facetime. So there she is, on her birthday, aware of her daddy going ballistic and swearing at mummy for something mummy had no control over.
For little miss, the emotions she feels manifests as her feeling very adverse to change. This all comes out as fear over new things, whether it’s an activity, food, mum leaving the room to go to the toilet, someone not being able to make it somewhere when they were expected, and all those types of things. On top of that, she feels guilt over relationships with other people, and liking things people do, food they make etc. So for example, she (with no prompting) often refers to me as dad, but then she will talk about how much she loves just mum and dad (as in – biological dad). Another example, we can be eating a bowl of soup and she will talk about how her dad or her Nan make the best particular soup of that type ever. She has this sense of loyalty that if she doesn’t make it out that mum and dad and their families are the best in the universe at everything, that life will come apart. I feel so sorry for her – she shouldn’t have to have such emotional tug of war at her age. Naturally I just try to support her and tell her I’m glad she enjoys it so much etc., and just pull her up if she’s actually saying it in a rude or offensive way.
I know there is nothing I can do here, it is the step-parents lot in life. I know simply by being consistent, and having her know I love her and I’m not trying to replace anyone, that eventually it should be smooth sailing (as smooth as it can be with kids anyway!).

Monday madness (well it started Sunday really)

Here we are again, the evilest day of the week. Monday. It’s our week with all the kids at once (which is wonderful) but as you will know by now reading this blog, it’s another week of hyper organisation, running around and getting shit done. The weekend went really well. My fiancé and I smashed through a relative spring clean, got some good work out of the way. We also managed to replace some aged and broken furniture with some awesome ikea purchases (don’t judge us, we love ikea!) and got through the assemblies in record time, without excessive swearing or damage – personal OR property!. I even made draws align perfectly (you can bow down to me now – shikaka). The in laws are on an overseas holiday right now, and we even managed to get around to their place and take care of a few things, get all of the shopping for the ravenous hordes done, and I even got some uni work done. 

Oh, yes, I started studying a university unit online a week ago. It’s just one unit, and I don’t know if I’ll go on to do anymore, but I’m hoping this will give me the drive I need to take my writing more seriously. I’m studying “Creative and Professional Writing”. In typical fashion it’s not something that will directly help me with my career, but those who know me understand my work is hardly a career but more something I have to do to maintain a living for the kids. Maybe this course will help me get it together enough to make a career change one day. You never know unless you try.


We even managed to get out Saturday night and see Wonder Woman. Yes, I can find a couple of faults with the movie but I can still say “It’s freakin awesome”. Really well done, and major credit to Gal Galdot for her acting. I’m really hoping this invigorates fans or even general superhero interest people to see Justice League when it comes out. I love Marvel, but I’m really hoping Justice League wipes the floor with Avengers hehe.


Anyway, after all of this, 7:30pm hits on Sunday and we hear yelling and carry on outside. It was our youngest boy having a fit at this mother because she was dropping them off to us, and he forgot his school bag. I go outside because she starts yelling my neighbourhood down, and try to help, but he is in melt down and doesn’t get it that I will go and pick up his school bag from his mums place – no big deal. In the end I simply had to shut him up, and order him inside. At this point, the older two tell me about what a crap head he’s been all week, and my lovely little crazy happy boy is transformed into the Hulk. Then to top it all off, we find out he hasn’t been doing his homework. Both sets of parents not checking up enough, totally accept blame here, but it did ‘seem’ like he had been doing it, we didn’t have reason to doubt. So for the next hour, we had to calm everything down, unravel the mess of melt down and slacking off, set some punishments, and organise his homework including making him catch up on his missed homework from previous weeks to teach him a lesson. This is *not* how you want to start a fresh week with the kids!


This is always the way, I tell ya. My fiancé often wants me to back off the housework a bit, spend more time relaxing, but no matter what it is in life, it just back logs and becomes a problem which then requires MORE pain and effort to fix. That’s why I can’t stop, I don’t want to deal with the fall out. I would rather have less of a weekend but not spend my weeks annoyed or snowed under with the house while I’m having to spend my days at work too. In the last few weeks, I’ve obviously slacked off on the kids by not keeping a closer eye on their work, which has landed in a big ole stinky heap with this debacle, and now we have to put in more effort to straighten him up and keep him on a positive path. As much as I want to listen to my fiancé and back off a bit, it’s obvious that when I do, it just makes it harder for future me.


So, busy week ahead – kids, study, lots of cooking for ravenous hordes, work, and then a long weekend. Really looking forward to next Monday. My fiancé was pointing out to me again what we all know – it’s not really a weekend. We didn’t relax, we didn’t spend the weekend doing things like going out places, for drives, for fun etc. It was 95% work. That’s life with 4 kids and 2 divorced households and dealing with all the crap above. I think with the long weekend we should be able to snag that Monday for ourselves. The kids will be back with their other parents, and technically, there shouldn’t be anything we *have* to do. Especially if we can get most of it done before the kids go on Sunday night. Hopefully we can actually have a day where things won’t go to shit if I let go of the reigns.


To nag or not to nag, that is the question

As a parent of four, I find it very hard to keep track of what is going on day to day with each of the kids. Their schooling requirements around activity days, tests, assignments, excursions etc. are all very different as they are all in different stages of their school life. As such, the older two have a bit more trust placed in them to manage their work, and call out anything that is coming up. For example, I will ask if they have any assessments coming up in the next couple of weeks, and I hope to hear the truth. Many times we will be talking about their day and they will just say they have something coming up, without prompting. Then there are times like this week.. 

Our eldest daughter was with her mother, and it turned out she had a history assignment due. She was off school sick the day it was talked about in class, but they have this all in their diaries, and as we all know, teachers must remind us about this stuff in class 100 times before its due. She got to the night before it was due, and told her mother she hadn’t done it, which is like handing someone who hates you a loaded gun and telling him you killed their parents and ate their dog – bad idea!


Her mother’s reaction was to leave her to face the consequences of not handing it in. This is where we differ in approaches, which can make co-parenting so much more difficult. It also puts me in the position of being bad cop (as usual). Once I heard about this, I contacted my daughter and made it clear she was to spend her morning, recess and lunch working on the assignment so she could hand something in at the end of the day. I fully acknowledge there may not be a right or wrong with either approach, but for me, I think sending her the message this is never acceptable, and she can’t get out of it no matter what, is a better message than her receiving a fail from the teacher without further consequence. She is only year 7, and one missed assignment isn’t going to create a fuss or affect her school life, however, I think it can set a dangerous precedent of it being ok to miss deadlines.


I know I need to try harder again now to track their various work, and step up the nagging and checking. It’s always difficult, because we are trying to teach them trust, honesty, and to manage themselves, but it’s also our job as parents to keep them on the right path (in my opinionated opinion).

You spin me right round

What is it with all the negative fuss over fidget spinners? In fact, what is it with all the negative fuss over anything kids get into en-masse nowadays? Every time a fad or trend comes, areas of society start posting horror stories, or articles about why the thing of the moment is bad or hazardous. Why can’t we just let the kids enjoy these fads, and ride it out quietly? Loom bands came and went, slime is still around but not as crazy as it was, and now the kids are all spinning. Let them enjoy it! It’s not like they are asbestos filled, jagged glass edged, devices of death. Yes, some kids are being smart and preying on other dumb kids, passing off cheap spinners as expensive ones and ripping them off. Yes, some Darwin award winning kids are choking on the inner workings of the spinners. It doesn’t mean the toy is evil! 

It’s not like parents were panicking when parachute pants were all the rage. You didn’t hear parents getting on the news, or sending school newsletters requesting the pants be banned because a child might catch the saggy crotch on their bikes and have an accident (which many did!). When yo-yo’s were all the rage, they didn’t get banned because kids smashed windows trying to do “around the world” or clocked some other poor kid in the face trying to be tricky. Shit happens, ESPECIALLY to kids. It’s part of life’s experiences, and our failures are every bit as important as our successes. This bubble wrapping must end. Get a grip parents. You are ALIVE, and you survived to become parents yourselves. Now you are trying to take away all the choices, and lessons, that you had. What for? So the first time the kids have to stand on their own in life, they fail because they have no clue, and no resiliency? Back of, bitches (and bastards, if you wanna claim sexist).


My kids have already grown bored of them, and they lived to tell the tale. I am actually the one still spinning. When I kept reading all the articles about the spinners, there were of course articles from both sides of the fence. The positive articles talked about helping kids concentrate, focus etc. To be honest I thought its all bollocks. The kids focus is on the spinner. Kids are very single minded. Me, I can sit at work, reading a document or email, whilst spinning away. I can split that focus successfully. Kids don’t do that.


Why am I using a fidget spinner you ask? Reading all this stuff about them I thought to myself, it simply seems like something to keep fidgety people occupied. I have been a nail biter my whole life. Since giving a fidget spinner a go, my nails are finally growing. Whenever I find myself doing tasks where I am concentrating but have a hand free, like watching TV, reading on a computer, sitting in meetings at work etc., I spin instead of chomping on my nails. I actually catch myself going to bite my nails if I forget my spinner. I don’t doubt, at some point, that reflex reaction to bite will go, and I can stop spinning. So there you have it, a real life application for fidget spinners that doesn’t involve some wanky psychologist trying to convince you it will help children with autism, or turn stupid kids into good students, or water into wine.


Regardless of me actually finding purpose in one, I still maintain my position – let kids be kids, enjoy the fad and grow out of it. Back the hell off them!

The future is now, you can’t spend your life chasing it

When the media, financial “experts”, or the government are discussing items like ‘cost of living’, ‘housing affordability’, and retirement, I find they tend to categorise society into very neat boxes. You have your younger generation, who apparently blow all their money on coffee and smashed avocado (because apparently buying a coffee every day is akin to having an expensive cocaine habit and should be considered a luxury), and who should have plenty of income to save for retirement. These kids apparently need help to get into the housing market, whether it be first home buyer grants, use of super, or somehow addressing affordability. Then there is the older generation, who apparently should be just fine. They own houses, get pensions or have enough super. Then there is everyone else left out in the cold, because they sure as hell pretend the rest of us don’t exist. 

Given the divorce rates, I can only imagine how many people out there like me, are no longer “first home buyers”, yet don’t have any cash or assets to show from a divorce. Therefore we are ineligible for any of these potential schemes to assist getting into the housing market. Also, apparently we have bundles of cash we could just invest in the share market or into super. This would supposedly make up for us not owning property. Sure, invest your cash and when you stop working, move to Mt Isa, or the back end of Cooper Pedy, because you sure as hell won’t have enough retirement funds for capital city rent!


Again, I think the government is oblivious to what it costs to give children a basic home life. I’m not talking the ‘go skiing every year, and have an international holiday every couple of years’ life. I’m talking ‘decent food on the table, eat out once in a while, allow limited out of school paid activities, live in something other than a shoe box’ lifestyle. If we did what was necessary to scrimp and save for a house deposit, the kids would have to go without most everything, and live in uncomfortable conditions, for many years. You can’t whip up 10 or 20% of a deposit in a year or two by not buying a coffee, and I sure as shit won’t feed my kids budget fatty mince or chicken wings with limited frozen veg every day to save money. The kids DESERVE a childhood of reasonable standards. If we turn around and take on every saving mechanism we can, it will take years to save up what is required for a deposit *now*, let alone accounting for the increase of housing prices in those years. Which means, the kids spend their childhood paying the price for my other half and I to own something later. Not acceptable. They derive no benefit, and don’t get to enjoy their childhood as much. Personally, I will deal with what I have to, when the kids are grown and making it on their own. I won’t sacrifice their childhood for my future.


Just yesterday, my daughter re-organised her room and when she proudly showed it to me, I complimented her on how awesome it felt to be in her room. The room felt like an extension of her personality. It was fun, and warm, and colourful and smart. Why would I want to take that away from her and have her share a room with one, two, or three other kids of various ages? It would mean constant fighting, no sense of ‘space’ and removal of her haven from everyone.


This rant highlights how us ‘regular’ families are left behind in government thinking. The obvious housing scheme tossed around for years is letting families access their super for a deposit. Regardless of the risks, we *should* be given that chance. The greatest expense for Sydney residents is rent or mortgage. The only way to truly make retirement work is by outright owning a property, which will greatly reduce your daily drain on your pension/super. If we weren’t so overlooked for being ‘ordinary’, the government might understand and let us do what we need to do. It’s not like it would even be hard to plug the risk to people rorting the system. If someone used their super, then sold the property, the government could put a stop gap in place which intercepts the funds and ensure their super account is ‘paid back (with interest)’, as effectively the agreed purpose of accessing your super for a deposit for you to have somewhere to live, has now been broken.


Kids don’t deserve to pay the price because of a shitty economy where property prices are out of the reach of your ordinary person. They deserve at least a basic ‘play in the street, ride your bike, play in the back yard’ type childhood that Australia has always prided itself on. Those basics of Aussie life are far removed if you try to meet the modern day Australian dream.

Own the Wallow.

I’ve been reading a lot of articles recently about mothers coping with life (single or married), and general “here’s how I survive the week” or “focus on the essentials to get by” type articles. I do like them, often there are good types but on the whole they are generally self congratulatory and I’m sure in reality only are working for the authors some times. And of course, don’t get me started on how dads are the sidekick or help make things worse in these.

Personally, I can say with honesty I’m failing at keeping my shit together at the moment. As you may know from reading my posts, I do a lot of prep work, and try to organise my time and household in smart ways. That doesn’t change the fact that there is only so many straws that poor camels back can take before it breaks. It IS ok to not cope, and I think it’s important to be able to express it, because the first step to fixing something is acknowledging there is a problem. 

I am lucky enough my fiancé loves me as much as she does, and deals with my kaleidoscope of moods as I struggle to cope with everything, as I lose it because the tyre pressure light came on in the car – because too many goddamn things have gone wrong lately and no matter how hard we try it feels like when you put on cheap ass bandaids and then wash your hands and they come right off. You just want to swear – a lot.

I spent a lot of time today thinking about if I should or need to seek professional help, perhaps use my employee assistance program at work, or even get some anger management counselling. But shit, is it so wrong that I’m not coping that great? Am I not allowed to feel bad because things are tough all round? I don’t think I need my feelings validated or explained away. I need solutions and that means to keep on truckin’ (or in this case – keep working on solutions for each and every issue as they come).

Can I do less around the house and with the kids like a lot of these articles suggest? Sure. Will I? Probably not. In a very popeye way – I am who I am. I need to have a clean house, for the kids to have what they need in terms of an involved and attentive parent, for good healthy food to make it to the table at night. These are my core basics I need to feel like I’m winning at life in some way. Yep, I need to find some things to back off of, and I’m trying. That being said, I need to allow myself to feel shitty, overwhelmed and hard done by, without wallowing in it. Live it, acknowledge it and try to fix shit.

Most of all I can’t lose sight of the wonderful idiot woman who loves me for some stupid reason, and those amazing kids who forgive me my hulk smash (not literally) moments. Forgetting all the bad crap at the moment I am one blessed DAD.

Multi-family Dynamics

I’ve found it really hard to write anything for the past few weeks. Life since the accident has been difficult to say the least. My fiancé has a constant barrage of continuing health issues, recovery, doctors and specialist visits, and then all of the associated dealings in regards to insurance, licensing etc. On top of that is normal life – financial concerns with her out of work for a while, and now back working part time, the stresses of my job, and then of course – the kids. 

The last couple of weeks has opened my eyes up to the fact that the kids are dealing with so much of their own. It breaks my heart whilst also making me proud for the way they deal with life. Very conflicting emotions. Our youngest is dealing with the dynamics of her father’s family vs our family. For such a young girl, it’s obviously difficult for her to realise her place in each family. Especially of course, because in her fathers – she is the eldest, and in ours, she is the youngest. She also has four parents with their own mannerisms, and ways of doing things to deal with. What she might take for example, as anger, because I might have a frown on my face (and perhaps when she sees that on her dad’s face it means anger), is actually me running the household, getting kids to put away their clothes while I make dinner and clean up the kitchen, or try to get us all organised and out of the house on time. She’s so young, and I know all we can do is keep talking to her, reassuring her, and know that in the long run she will realise where she fits in and the dynamics of each household and parenting teams.


She also unfortunately, is seeing relationship cracks for her dad. He doesn’t seem to do a good job of keeping their relationship issues away from the kids. From what we can tell (and yep, I admit we only have a 5 year olds feedback here), it seems her father and his partner tend to have fairly public fights in which she disappears with the other kids for a couple of days to get away from it. That has to have her wondering why her siblings are being taken away from her and why her effective “step-mum” doesn’t want to be around her. She hasn’t expressed those feeling yet, so hoping she’s not at that point. It’s a tough one, because without the full story we can really only try to assure her they will work things out and everyone fights but it’s about being able to sort it out and move on.


Our youngest boy is dealing with his new school like a trooper, forming new relationships with friends and teachers. On that side of things, he couldn’t be happier. But, as does happen, he seems to be having issues with separation from his mother now. Given it’s been so many years, I find this weird and he doesn’t seem to want to, or doesn’t seem able to talk about it. I just have to give him time I think, and keep reminding him we are here to talk and we love him.


For our eldest girl, she has moved to the extension classes in her school. We couldn’t be prouder, she has achieved so much in the last couple of years. Her academic improvement is astounding. On the whole she is dealing with high school like a champion. She is making new friends, being invited to houses and parties, and handling increased responsibility at home really well. I am just cautious because she’s so emotional like me, and I know it hurts her when things go bad, especially if she has bad experiences with other kids at school. I am trying so hard to teach her to be resilient. Fingers crossed there.


Then comes our eldest boy, or, if you think of him how he sees himself, our young man. He’s a frustrating beast. He shows such maturity in some areas, for example, he seems very able to cope with life and change, and is brilliant at school and forming personal relationships. In other areas, like responsibility (sometimes), or with his relationships with his siblings, he can act like a 5 year old boy. Very frustrating 🙂 All in all, I think he’s doing an amazing job with life, and with coping!


All of the above being said, the older three are all dealing with the ever changing and unsure dynamic they have with their mother. Our eldest is on very rocky ground and finding her way of life to be hard to deal with. They all have some serious expectations placed on them by their mother, and consequence of not meeting those (as in, punishments or being told off) weighs heavily on them. I feel so bad because one of the big issues for me in the marriage was that feeling of “treading on egg shells” with her – constantly. Living that way makes you very anxious, and the kids are expressing the same type of feelings to me, about their relationship with her. I try to offer advice, but I feel like if I couldn’t ever figure it out, how can I advise them? I’m just hoping that I’ve learnt enough from my experiences that some of my advice makes it easier for them.


Family dynamics, and different rules/lifestyles have to be some of the biggest confusing factors for children of separated/blended families. As parents, we have to remember how hard it has to be for those little humans to reconcile the differences and feel at home in both environments. As long as they feel safe, comfortable and loved in both environments, I like to think they can deal with the differences.

Play centre or pain centre?

We’ve had so much rain in the last week, and as always it seemed Mother Nature was timed precisely to school hours (around 8-9am, and again at 2:30-3:30pm). It got so stormy come Friday afternoon I ended up picking the kids up from each of their schools (we have 3 different schools the kids all go to). Two of those schools are just a couple of blocks away from home, but with the way the weather was umbrellas were useless. When you combine this with the accident, the poor kids have spent so much time indoors at home, I’m surprised they didn’t end up killing each other – or us killing them. 

On Sunday we took them out to a play centre to burn off some energy, which is you can imagine was as packed as the shops on Christmas Eve. Somehow we fluked it and scored the last table so we could at least have a coffee while the kids played. It ended up being a couple of hours of pure frustration. I think human nature, in both kids and parents, shines through when you visit one of those hell holes.


The centre is fairly typical, you have an under 5’s area, some big climbing areas with tunnels and slides etc., and then they had a gigantic inflatable slide with kind of stairs up the side. It was about 4-5 metres high, so when the kids come down, it’s at a decent bit of speed and obviously not for little ones. Of course it’s only obvious to parents who maybe don’t want their 18 month old to get kicked in the head by larger children flinging themselves down. To assist in taking something fun and turning it into a bruise and tears festival, children of all ages decide to act like it’s a jumping castle and bounce around directly under all these kids barrelling down from up high. Where are the parents during all of this chaos? Nowhere – because apparently “Play centre” means “Day care” to them. The parents are off in la la land whilst the poor staff are engaged time and time again to sort out the chaos of undisciplined selfish brats (who obviously take after their parents), and even have to rescue a traumatised kid from the top of the contraption. Gold star parenting all around.


Then of course, there was the helicopter parent. A mum who decided her precious little child who was barely able to move around on his own should be on this slide with all the big kids. So she gets on it again and again, (barging past the HUGE sign proclaiming no adults allowed for safety reasons) and proceeds to take her child up the top and jump down amidst all the little children. All of this with no socks on, despite the need for socks being made abundantly clear on entry AND over the loud speaker continually. These types of parents who believe their child is above it all and more deserving than everyone else really get my goat. Finally, mum of the year got told off by the staff (after an annoyed tip off by someone to the staff, maybe me – I will neither confirm nor deny said rumour), and after a few minutes of embarrassed and annoyed conversation with the other people back at her table, then went off to the other climbing area with the big kids coming down the plastic slides – and helped her precious boy to play at the BOTTOM of the slide and try to climb up, continually. After annoying people there for some time, she finally got the hint and took him to the under 5’s area, and being so precious, she followed behind him by half a foot through all of that play area, blocking the way with her substantial frame for all the other kids. Asshole parenting for the win.


The day also bought up the usual annoyance that is a hotly debated topic in parental society “climbing up slides”. My kids have been bought up on the clear premise slides are for going DOWN only, unless no one else is around to be annoyed by you climbing up. I think 75% of kids have been told “do whatever you like no matter who gets hurt or the fact that other parents are PAYING for their children to have fun, and not be upset”. I’ve read a lot about this online and people try to hide behind kids needing “resiliency” or about teaching them to work around the problem, or work it out between them. It’s just all a big excuse for parents who can’t be arsed managing their children, or who suffer the delusion their kid is more deserving than all others. If you want your kid to have everything to themselves, book out the centre for the day – cough up the money. Otherwise, teach your kids some manners, some disciple, and some social skills so they learn to play well with others.


Play centres are a clear sorting bin for parenting styles. You see it all, and always walk out thinking “why do I put myself through this again and again?” The answer of course is, on the whole the kids love it.