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

[race29girl.livejournal.com]

I think you should go home as well. Besides, by going home and resting, you might start feeling a lot better for the drive to Cambridge. I think our parents had that rule when we were in school so that we wouldn't play hookie from school and still do all the other "fun" things we wanted to.

If you are really sick, being at work isn't helping that. When you get to Cambridge and get some pampering, that will help. Go for it!

Hope you feel better soon!

[carynb.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the rule does make sense for cutting down on the possibility of kids playing hookie, doesn't it?
I did leave work after a half-day, and went out to Cambridge for some pampering. Which I got. *g*

I'm feeling a little better today, so hopefully the worst is over.