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[New here, so don't know if this is appropriate but I'm taking Dad Club's discovery as a timely and meaningful opportunity to get this off my chest].
First born, Noah (6), had his mate (let's just call him "P") over yesterday for a play date. They had a ball apparently and Karen said it was great because they were happily playing away so she didn't have to watch them all the time. Trouble was P was having such a good time he ignored an inner urge and just, well (there's no easy way to put this)...crapped himself. Now, I would like to think that if that was one of our boys they would seek help, but not P; he just carried on playing...on the beds, on the chair, all over the carpet. It took a while for Karen to detect an odour but once detected it was unmistakable and overpowering. It didn't take her long to identify the culprit and, thankfully, it wasn't long before it was time for P to go.
Karen told me all about it when I got home. Poor kid I thought.
But then the implications began to unfold...a room that smells of someone else's shit is no joke: beds had to be stripped, carpet fumigated, chairs scrubbed, tempers frayed...little brother crying because he wanted to keep his Thomas the fucking Tank Engine duvet cover on even though it stank...but at the same time didn't want it on because it stank.
What was interesting, I think now, about the episode was how it made me feel. OK, the kid might have a problem, perhaps there are "issues" there. I think I'm a pretty understanding guy, very sympathetic. But last night I got just plain, old-fashioned angry. I was livid. It didn't matter about any rational or caring thoughts for the boy's welfare - I didn't care about anything else, I was just pissed off that he'd made our house smell of shit.
Does that make me a bad man?
First born, Noah (6), had his mate (let's just call him "P") over yesterday for a play date. They had a ball apparently and Karen said it was great because they were happily playing away so she didn't have to watch them all the time. Trouble was P was having such a good time he ignored an inner urge and just, well (there's no easy way to put this)...crapped himself. Now, I would like to think that if that was one of our boys they would seek help, but not P; he just carried on playing...on the beds, on the chair, all over the carpet. It took a while for Karen to detect an odour but once detected it was unmistakable and overpowering. It didn't take her long to identify the culprit and, thankfully, it wasn't long before it was time for P to go.
Karen told me all about it when I got home. Poor kid I thought.
But then the implications began to unfold...a room that smells of someone else's shit is no joke: beds had to be stripped, carpet fumigated, chairs scrubbed, tempers frayed...little brother crying because he wanted to keep his Thomas the fucking Tank Engine duvet cover on even though it stank...but at the same time didn't want it on because it stank.
What was interesting, I think now, about the episode was how it made me feel. OK, the kid might have a problem, perhaps there are "issues" there. I think I'm a pretty understanding guy, very sympathetic. But last night I got just plain, old-fashioned angry. I was livid. It didn't matter about any rational or caring thoughts for the boy's welfare - I didn't care about anything else, I was just pissed off that he'd made our house smell of shit.
Does that make me a bad man?
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Comment by Nick Bowman on April 9, 2009 at 1:10pm - Well....from a way away here it's kind of quite funny really (sorry)...boys do tend to get carried away and forget....but no wonder you were 'pissed off'.....
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Comment by Mike Reed on March 17, 2009 at 9:31pm - HI Richard! Your story couldn't be more appropriate - this is exactly the place to purge all this sort of thing. So glad my endless twittering is doing some good for someone. I am clearly going to have to up my game column-wise, when all this good stuff is happening on the forums.
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Comment by Andy on March 14, 2009 at 8:16am - Great stuff - Mike contributes The Front Line to dadclub.co.uk - have a look around that bit - I'm just starting my twitter career - thought there was a possibility of setting up a rival - twatter - but someone got there before me...
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Comment by Richard Weston on March 12, 2009 at 2:12pm - Found you via Mike Reed's Twitterings. It's just what I need me thinks.
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Comment by Ted on March 12, 2009 at 2:02pm -
Welcome to Dad Club Richard! If it's inappropriate - it's appropriate!! Like your poo story (but that doesn't make me a shit lover) (which works on many levels when you get thinking about it).
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