Daily Archives: June 27, 2011


So, as the newest recipient of the Strictest Mommy Award (all the other parents are so chilled out, Ima)  I wanted to poll you, my readers, about curfews etc.

Does your teen have a curfew?

Does it change according to circumstance?

Are they allowed out on school nights?

Are curfews earlier during the school year?

If they have a summer job, do you enforce a curfew?

How do you calculate what curfew to give your teen?

Do you think it makes a difference if the teen is male or female?

Anything else you want to add?

Looking forward to reading your responses.

Embarrassing Moment

A while ago a dear friend was having tech trouble of gargantuan proportions that stumped even the most savviest of tech support geeks. I will not say what or where or how or who, but it ended up being a simple fix. I figured I would share a moment of my own.

Many years ago, I was newly married, living in Montreal. We took delivery of a washer and drier in our new apartment, and the electricians and plumbers did their thing and hooked everything up.

It took a while to generate enough laundry for one load. I was quite the newbie at household machinery so I made sure to study the manual before pulling and pushing knobs on my brand new washing machine.

Finally, I knew what to do, and turned the knob to where it needed to be, and pulled it out. Nothing. Pushed it in, pulled it out again. Nope. No water started filling the drum. I went back to the manual. Yep. I was doing it right. I must have tried to do it a hundred times.

I finally gave in and called the then-husband. He gave me the number of the dudes who had set up the machinery for us. I called, told them they set it up, but it doesn’t work and I need to wash clothes and can you please come and fix it because otherwise I may cry….

An hour later, the guy was in my kitchen with his flashlight peering behind my washer. Aha, says he, I found the problem. He straightens up with the power cord in his hand. It had not been plugged in. Yup. I paid $60 for a guy to plug my washing machine in to the electricity socket on the wall.

Really? I was supposed to have checked it was plugged in? It didn’t specify THAT in the manual. Of course my (then) husband had a huge laugh at my expense – totally well deserved. I didn’t think I would ever be able to laugh about it – but here I am, 17 years later chortling my head off.

So, any of you have any similar embarrassing moments?