There is an easy way to identify actual teens from oh so young looking middle aged mumsnetters.Does that mean all of these kids I’m seeing in town that I assumed were on their school holidays are actually in fact 40 year old women![]()
No where's that one?
Yet another thread about that woman who pushed a cyclist into the road and caused her to get run over. They're obsessed.
night shift at borstal tonight.
Please nominate as a thread title- so perfect!When one of my kids was at primary school (Ofsted rated outstanding - this is relevant) the headteacher was OBSESSED with healthy lunchboxes, to the point where the dinner ladies patrolled the dining room checking no one had chocolate or sweets in their lunchboxes. My son even had a piece of cake (homemade) taken off him because he got it out of his box at break time and wasn’t given it back. We were regularly sent letters about what they were and weren’t allowed so no sneaky slipping of last nights pizza into kids lunches was allowed.
Meanwhile, the teaching standards and other stuff had slipped so much that the next time they had an inspection, it was put into the lowest category possible. But at least all the lunchboxes were full of lettuce and hummus and misery.
My kid brought the wrong lunch box home the other day, so I did the kind thing and emptied it out to wash the little pots and noticed that the sandwich that was leftover was some kind of double meat, like salami and ham, with tomatoes and rocket - and it had been toasted, could you even be arsed for an 8 yr old?! I thought that had to be a MN lunchbox, no empty crisp wrapper either.My kids got a sandwich or wrap, bag of crisps, some cherry tomatoes, grapes or a satsuma and a chocolate biscuit or cake. Neither of them are obese/anorexic/bulimic, poorly or have fillings.
It's ok to drink yourself into shitting pants territory but remember: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.They’re very odd about alcohol on MN. There was a thread once from a poster who had drunk so much, she’d shit herself in front of her husband and everyone was telling her she didn’t have a problem with alcohol, she just had to learn how to handle it. Compare that to someone admitting they’d smoked a joint or even just a cigarette and they’d be called every name under the sun and told that they should be made to ring a bell every time they approached a bus stop (in case anyone waiting had asthma).