There’s been some farking good blog posts floating round in the ether lately about how parents shouldn’t judge other parents. I’m thinking, specifically, about Ministry of Mum’s post and Slightly Suburban Dad’s post. Both great posts. Go read. I’d hope that anyone I have an ounce of respect for would agree with both of them. Nobody likes a Lord or Lady Judgey-Pants. Everyone should be left to get on with their respective parenting in whatever method/style/totalitarian regime they choose, as long as the kids are healthy, happy and wiggly, s’all good innit. Yay!
Today in the park the man pushing his young daughter in the swing next to me smelt very strongly of weed.
Ack. I can’t help it. I’m going to have to judge. I am. I’m sorry. Well, I’m not sorry, I was just trying to be polite. But I am judging this. I have my judging face on. And my judging pants. I am Lady Judgey-Pants. Just for this. Just for that man. Cos, in my opinion, you don’t want to be smoking illegal stuff while you’re responsible for your child. No. No way. It ain’t cool.
Is it? I know there are gazillions of grey areas here that maybe I shouldn’t stray into. And – OK – I don’t know for sure that this person had been a-smoking da marjoram, only that I smelt it when he stood close to me and I couldn’t smell it when I moved away from him – I just made the assumption and instantly judged, as I’m sure MANY OTHER PEOPLE would, and then inwardly huffed and judged and then judged some more, until it began to rain like a bastard and I had to take Moo home.
I don’t do drugs. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink alcohol when I’m on my own in charge of Moo. I really don’t, as much as I bang on about rum and gin and mainlining cups of tea. I hate to think that something might happen to her and I had been under the influence, so to speak. I have no problem with people doing what they want to do in their spare time, whether that is alcohol, crack cocaine, unicorn spaff, or chocolate pie, but if it’s going to mess with your senses, maybe wait till the kids are in bed, yeah?
Totally realise this might get a lot of people’s backs up, and yeah, whatevs. Do what you like, innit. This is my piece of judginess and I’m cool with most things, as I’m sure y’all know. But I don’t like the idea of drugs. I have never taken them. I don’t think parents taking their kids to the park in the afternoon should be smoking them. I’m not sure what smoking weed brings to the experience, actually. I find it takes all my focus not to lose Moo to the giant seagulls that swoop about the place, can’t imagine how I would fight off seagulls if I was stoned.
Am I being too too judgey-wudgey on this? Should I maybe power up my groovy button and just not let these folks trouble me? I acknowledge that parents have a hard enough time as it is, some people need to relax, and that’s how they do it. So maybe I should shut my trap-hole?
What say you?