I am a rule-follower. Always have been, probably always will be. I also like things to be as fair as possible. So it really bothers me when the bounce-houses or similar inflatable games don’t have anyone monitoring them, or the monitor doesn’t really care – because I care.
I care that my kid has been waiting for 5 minutes to do something he desperately wants to do…and then some other kid shoves ahead of him at the last minute.
I care that while I diligently wait with my kid in the hot sun while he whines and dances, your kid runs right up and thinks that they don’t have to wait.
I care that the lesson I’m teaching my kid about patience and taking turns only seems to hurt the kids following the rules, and those who ignore them get to skip all that.
But not when I am around. I am THAT parent.
The mom who starts by saying, “Honey, the end of the line is back there…”
And if that doesn’t work, I go to, “No, it’s not your turn.”
Still not working? Maybe I’ll try, “Sweetie, all these kids have been waiting. You need to go to the end of the line….back there.”
I’m not talking about the toddlers who escape their handlers and burst in front. They are usually caught and taken to the back of the line. It’s the older kids, the ones who give me a blank look when confronted with the assumed rules, that get under my skin. Like, they know exactly how long the line is, but just thought they’d try to get in more quickly.
Not on my watch, kiddo. Not. on. my. watch.