If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know I love to complain about music lessons.
As much as I love the program (and I do!), it still is a showcase for my kids’ misbehaviour and their spirited tendencies (euphemism of the day).
I wrote about the trials of attending a music class that requires parents be in attendance last week in The Calgary Herald.
Here’s the first paragraph from my humour column:
If you’ve never had to manage seven-year-old twins during a group music lesson, you’ve never truly needed earplugs, a drink, or a sign that says, “It’s a recessive gene. From their father.
To read more, please leap over to Music Lessons Drive Me To Drink
And in the comments below,
tell me what drives you to drink. We can commiserate together.
Lassitude. Yeah, I know that’s not very interesting but lassitute, lethargy, apathy – gimme a beer!
I’ll take big words for $200, Alex. 😉
Yes, agreed. There’s a great youtube video of Elie Wiesel speaking to youth where he says that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Here’s the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ED3UXHJNGHs
It’s powerful. Go to 2:55.
I don’t know how to say this to you but…. my 19 year old STILL drives me to drink.! Great post, I feel your pain.
Sigh…
I don’t think we have music class with parents around here… i can see this could be a liver-saver.
Being yelled at for no reason by rude customers or just plain injustice usually drive me to drink… hot chocolate. For now.
Liver-saver. There’s a great play on words.
And hot chocolate is safer. It’s a good thing there’s no alcohol in my house.
My son takes cello at the hippie school. Going through the daily practice sessions is enough to send me running for the cork screw…I can’t imagine sitting through the lesson…
Ohh. Strings. Oh no.
Great stuff, as always. 🙂 In terms of music, if we want to call it that, the thumping subwoofers of my neighbors at 2 AM drive me to drink. Ah, well, at least I’m able to go back to sleep.
Ugh. Yes. When I was in college, the sound of my dot matrix printer would wake my neighbours up. That was the early 90s equivalent of partying. Well, for me anyway.
Great post – I could feel your pain, even through the computer.
Some days, the fact that the children are awake can drive me to cupboard where the Baileys waits. Other days, the fact that they are finally sleeping propells me there, too.
It’s likely a good thing we don’t live across the street from each other. No, no. It’s a bad thing…
My wife’s mother and grandmother begged her to give up the violin when she was growing up. Must’ve been pretty bad.
Hilarious.
I always thought it was “Triple Sow Cow” and have always wondered where they came up with such a strange name. Phew, thanks for shedding some light on ice skating terminology for me! (Hey – I’m American, what did you expect?)
Shoot, now I need a drink….
Yes, Canadians know our Salchows and our Lutzes. Cheers!
Would it make you feel better to know that my daughter swiffered that same new floor with her rear end?
Yes, Robin. It helps! 🙂
Great writing. Love the hockey crossovers. My sister teaches piano, but not in groups.
Your sister is smart.
What, you think I need something to DRIVE ME to drink? Please. I have a toddler. 🙂
p.s. When am I getting Thing 1 and Thing 2???
Funny, I never thought those two mixed lol
I’m a fan of Bailey’s and don’t need anything to drive me there, even though I drink infrequently. It’s just the Irish connection with Bailey’s, I think. No kids at home anymore, but maybe I should have had more when they were at home! hehehe Seems to work well for many of the commenters.
Have you tried online music lessons? Music lessons = happy hour. thezoen.com