The kids and I went cycling the other day. Ten minutes in and it was so silent I had to turn to check they were still with me.
With previous outings, a cacophony of moaning, whinging, crying, and whining (I appreciate that is redundant, unnecessarily duplicative, and painful) started from the end of our road. That’s roughly 100 metres.
This time it was their idea and, apparently, that makes a world of difference.
It also gives time for reflection.
Mum, do you want to go into business with me?
My daughter threw the question at me on the way home.
After my son’s comment that running a business is expensive, he decided he wanted in on it too.
My daughter decided that meant interviews!
My son immediately launched his sales pitch (including discounts for multiple purchases). I was unflatteringly quickly removed from the recruitment process.
Turns out, I make a better client than partner.
However, my husband had the pleasure of being the first one of those in their bike cleaning business.
Unfortunately, there was a difference of opinion on the price. The kids went straight past debt collection. To mud slinging.
And that was the end of that.
Tough Mother 