by REBECCA SPARROW
Six days ago, a really, really weird thing happened. It appears that the entire Australian population turned into Carol and Mike Brady.
We went to bed on Tuesday night as normal and woke up as our favourite perfect TV parents.
Don’t be coy – you know I’m right. Think about it. In the past week none of our kids watched more than 30 minutes of C-classification TV a day. We didn’t utter a single swear word in front of them. Haven’t argued or bickered with our partner in their presence. And we most certainly didn’t flip the bird at that taxi driver who cut us off in the traffic.
At all times we have been attentive to our kids needs. Never speaking to them in harsh tones. And joyfully playing ‘shops’ with our toddler even though their shop is a rip-off and charges us $50 for a single apple. We don’t mind. We suck it up with joy. JOY.
And did I mention that our kids have eaten nutritious food the entire time this week? Fish fingers? Pah. It’s been home cooked meals and snacks all week. And don’t get me started on the volunteering they did on Sunday afternoon.
Yep. That’s what the last week has been like.
At least I assume it has.
Because what other reason could there be for the mind-boggling amount of venom that has been directed at Chrissie Swan and her parenting skills since last Wednesday when photos of Chrissie and her kids appeared in the Australian Women’s Weekly (you can read about that here)?