Last night I tuned in to Channel 7’s House Rules, just in time to see the judges harshly scolding Victorian contestants Adam and Lisa over a major safety breach in a children’s bedroom.
What had they done?
A sharp-edged shelf, an electricity outlet and a lamp – over the foot end of a child’s bed.
Lisa copped the criticism right on the chin (what a good sport), admitting that since she hasn’t any kids yet, she sometimes doesn’t think of these things.
Aside from the major safety felony there were two other minor infringements: two monkey rings suspended above the top bunk for kids to swing on (hello, any other mothers of boys, or active girls, with me?), and the soft flooring which was raised about an inch and concealed under a rug (big tripping hazard).
I’m not trying to criticise the couple, rather sympathise with them. I’ve made a few fails of my own before having children.
This morning whilst making playdough with Buggy, I had a brainwave and decided to add glitter. I smiled as I remembered this scenario:
Me, a first year Grade One teacher, Sunday night, making weekly batch of playdough. Brainwave strikes! Add vanilla essence to the playdough so that the children have a pleasantly scented game. Turns out that was not a brainwave. It was a brain fart.
Classroom, Monday morning, literacy rotations are in full swing, parent helpers scattered around the room. I’m busily facilitating Guided Reading while scanning the room intermittently. Things are seemingly great.
Until parent notifies me that children can’t resist delicious smelling playdough and have eaten half the batch.
What didn’t you know?