when I heard “stuff” going on upstairs .. I’d call up “Do you need me to get involved?”. Knowing that the kids had learned long since that if Mom got involved nobody’d be very happy with the consequences they’d reply “No Mom! We’re handling it!”. Of course, if I heard obvious sounds of true pain . I’d go up there to investigate.. But otherwise — no — I let them learn how to handle things on their own terms (which were invariably ones they could live with — better than the stuff I’d lay on them)
calories acquired in a good cause — like church events — don’t count.. EVERYBODY knows that!! (giggle…) [didn’t see burleigh2’s comments ‘til after I typed this and was ready to push submit .. but I’ll leave it anyway..)
OK .. so poor Farley but honestly .. writing as one who was sorta like Janice (even in the 60s) .. I kinda like the character. Brings back memories of playing Army .. marching thru the woods with a bunch of neighborhood girls . and me always being a Buck Private. However — given the prevailing attitudes at the time (the early 60s), there was NO chance of doing this being a co-ed activity.
Mature Canadian - not “Horton Hears a Who” but “Horton Hatches the Egg” – “I said what I meant, I meant what I said –an Elephant’s faithful 100 percent”
when I heard “stuff” going on upstairs .. I’d call up “Do you need me to get involved?”. Knowing that the kids had learned long since that if Mom got involved nobody’d be very happy with the consequences they’d reply “No Mom! We’re handling it!”. Of course, if I heard obvious sounds of true pain . I’d go up there to investigate.. But otherwise — no — I let them learn how to handle things on their own terms (which were invariably ones they could live with — better than the stuff I’d lay on them)