Some parents are anti-sugar. Me? Not so much.
Other parents draw the line in the sand over regular dessert. Me? Not so much.
My line is McDonald’s. I hate it. The company, the food, the clown –
Growing up in Coffs Harbour there wasn’t even one in town until I was around 8 or 9 so it was only something we had when we came to Sydney. Then it was a special occasion thing.
In my late teens I ate shit loads of the stuff. My standard hangover cure was a medium McChicken Meal with Sprite consumed lying on Coogee Beach.
I was hungover regularly so Maccy D and I were quite friendly. And it showed in my bikini until I took up recreational drugs and gave up food 4 days a week.
I don’t know when the MacLoathe crept in, and Supersize Me certainly compounded my issue but over the years I have become an avid, rabid anti-Maccas type of gal.
In the name of disclosure, my kids once ate a plain McMuffin at an airport on an early morning flight, but other than that they have never stepped foot in, nor consumed McDonalds.
If you eat McDonald’s occasionally, I don’t judge. To each their own. If you feed your family McDonalds regularly I judge you a little bit but we all already know I’m a judgemental asshole… so here’s the thing…..
My kid was recently invited to a McDonald’s birthday party.
See my dilemma?
It is the second time in their lives that they’ve been invited to a Maccas Party but the first time they were young enough for me to politely decline and they didn’t think twice. This time was one of D Man’s best buddy’s birthday… I was stuck between a Happy Meal and a Big Mac.
Mister H and I discussed it and he assumed there was no way I’d let them go, but I gots to thinking about some of the ‘health’ bloggers I’ve seen and what they post about their kid’s eating habits.
I recently saw someone whom I respect greatly talking about how her child wanted a certain Cadbury’s chocolate that was full of added nasties like whale blubber, and petrochemicals or something, and she spoke at length with her child to make sure he understood what he would be eating and let him make his own decision.
Now, logically, I know this is good parenting, but I also thought ‘let him eat the chocolate already!’ – because her thing is not my thing.
She didn’t say no, she simply educated, and set him free.
Me trying to talk to my kids about why I don’t like Maccas would be like Bart Simpson talking to his dog Santas Little Helper.
“Blah, blah. blah, blah, good choices, blah blah blah blah, evil company”. You get the picture.
I was all torn up about this party, and I discussed it with friends (who sometimes consume McDonalds, but they tried and succeeded in not telling me to chill out. Bless them.)
Then I did the math and realised that the Maccas party wasn’t on my weekend. I was absolved of being a mean mummy. I thought there was no way Mister H would take them, but the disappointment of D Man’s face at being told he wasn’t going to his BFF’s birthday was too intense a hang dog and it was decided.
The kids were going to have their McDonalds cherries popped.
I put the invitation in their weekend bag, with their superhero costumes (popular them this year it would appear) and reminded Mister H when it was as I kissed my children goodbye for the weekend.
Except I told him the wrong day.
Yep, he dressed them up and drove 45 minutes across town from his side to ours on the wrong day. He was standing in a packed weekend lunchtime Maccas with the un-checked invitation in his hand on the wrong day due to my misinformation.
Doh. Popular much?
Anyway, the kids went back the next day. They had a ball. They didn’t like the food at all, they ate only a couple of chips each, but they enjoyed the party.
Naturally, every time we drive passed a stinking McDonalds they point it out because those lurid plastic playgrounds are mighty enticing to the short, funny smelling person’s eye. They only ever want to go there to play, not to eat two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickled onions on a sesame seed bun.
I think we got away with it this time.
What do you think about the McDonald’s parties for kids?
Am I just uptight? You can say it……