Parental torturePosted: February 2, 2013 Filed under: Parenting, Raising Hell, Single Motherhood | Tags: allegedly musical instruments, Celine Dion torture, grievous assault to the precious ear canal, Justin Bieber songs, mental health of single mothers, parental torture, recorder hell Leave a comment
My beautiful children have now gone back to their day release penitentiary after the longest summer break in recorded history and our school music teacher is helping me stay sane with gifts that keep on giving. She suggested that on my limited single mother budget I could buy my youngest child a parental torture device AKA a recorder. Why? Will it help her learn to be musical? No. Will it promote family harmony? A trillion times no. A moody teenager and an eight year old practising recorder in the next room are not a happy mix. I can already hear the howls of protest. I looked on youtube and there are young whipper snappers playing recorder while Celine Dion sings. Double torture. Please make them stop. Apparently there are different kinds of recorder, soprano, vibrato, psycho, they all sound like hell to me. Mummy says no.