I have completely admitted before that my parental skills might be somewhat lacking. I let my kids listen to questionable music (if I enjoy it).
Not only do I enjoy the Will Ferrell/Owen Wilson genre of movies but it is normal to have lines from Starsky and Hutch, Talledaga Nights and occasionally Old School among others used in casual conversation in my home.
I let my kids sleep in almost every Monday (I do my best to get them to school on time.-to my credit).
I let my daughter have double sleepovers almost every weekend.
I overlook curse words from boys if they are only in the company of boys. I draw the line at mixed company.
The list could go on and on but I don't want any of you calling some sort of lackadaisical parental unit. That's just a lot of hassle I don't feel like dealing with.
You know what else I hate dealing with? Stupid ass questions that parents ask in school meetings when there are 200 other people in the room. Who doesn't understand yet when you have been to 7+ years of these meetings about asking on YOUR OWN TIME?
E mail them.
Place a phone call.
I swear to God the minute the speaker person asks if there are any questions in the room, inadvertently my eyes look down and roll, I start to doodle if I am lucky enough to have a pen and I probably mumble under my breath. I don't mean to be a bitch (yes I do) but there is such a thing as a stupid question. Who ever said there wasn't is an idiot.
Tonight at the middle school meeting after 17 other inane questions someone asked, "Um, can you tell me how much the text books weigh?"
You know what went through my head? "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. We've already been here to long. I'm bored. Who cares how much they weigh? How much do you weigh? Shut up."
You know why?
I'm a bad parent.
As per Kathy's suggestion: the one way to solve this dilemma with stupid question askers...