The rules our parents make...

[carynb]

When do I stop following the rules my mother laid down when I was a child?

I'm not talking about the big "don't steal things", "don't hit people", and "say please and thank-you" - type rules that are generally accepted as, y'know, proper and civil behaviour. I'm talking the quirky little things that parents do to try to control their kids in some way.

For instance? One big rule in our house, growing up was "if you're too sick to go to school, you're to sick to go outside and play [or visit a friend, or go to choir practice, or anything else fun]".

So here I am at work. My head hurts, my ears hurt, my stomach's queasy, I have no voice - but I'm at work. Why? Because I want to go out to Cambridge to see my guy tonight, and if I don't go to work, I'm not "allowed" to go do something fun. Even if that something is "get to Cambridge, collapse into bed from the sick".

Isn't it weird, the way these rules your parents insist on just define the way you live your life?

Maybe I should just go home...

Comments

[moonlight-mile.livejournal.com]

I agree that you should go home! Break the cycle girl. You can do it!! *we had the same rule in our house, so now when I'm sick, I go to bed and I don't get up until I'm better. Makes for quite a few days off work/school but I think that part is worth it*

**GET BETTER HUGS**

[carynb.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

I did just work a couple of hours and then leave. I wish I didn't feel guilty staying home sick. But on Monday, if I'm feeling crappy? I just won't go in...