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Pip pip, cheers, Long live the Queen and all that rot to Cynthetiq.
My daughter has just hit the ripe old age of three weeks, and I'm already dreading the conflicts that are coming my way. I, for one, will be playing the "My house, my rules" card early and often. So much is being said about kid's "rights to privacy." Bullshit. As long as my daughter is underage, she'll be provided for (a room, food, clothes ect) by me without question, and I will expect that in return that my rules be followed, also without question.
If she wants to continue after 18, there will be changes made, but my rules will still be enforced, whatever I decide upon then. I lived by my parent's rules for a long time (didn't move out until I was 27) and I broke them a few times. Guess what, the shit hit the fan and I had to suck it up and take the consequences because I knew I wasn't ready to be out in the world on my own. It was because of my mom's generosity that I was able to eventually afford to buy a place of my own rather than throwing money away on rent.
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If you have any poo... fling it NOW!
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