Increasingly I look around at the world and wonder when making fun of people became acceptable. My kids sometimes laugh at things that make me cringe. And on more occasions than I would care to remember I have had to remind one of my children that saying something mean followed by, “Just kidding!” doesn’t in fact make it a joke.
All that said, the decision to leave your kids alone is obviously a very personal one and depends on factors such as their maturity, their environment and your basic comfort level. As well as other issues like whether you should put the oldest kid in charge and your kids’ ability to follow safety rules to the letter.
The Chelsea Handler of the future is pissed. Because when she sits down to write her parenting book (yes, I know I’m making big assumptions here, just stick with me), she’ll realize that the book she wants to write has already been written. It’s called Sh*tty Mom, and it’s hysterical, brutally honest with a dash of the politically incorrect.
I always loved back to school season when I was a kid. The new clothes, new shoes, crisp notebooks that were not yet written in, sharpened pencils and pens at your disposal. It marked the beginning, a fresh start. No matter what had happened the previous school year, the slate was wiped clean. It seems then a more fitting time of the year to make some resolutions.