My daughter (10 years old) has a good handful of friends, most of whom are also in her Girl Scout troop, which I lead. In our basement. Twice a month. I digress. What I've discovered over the past couple of years is that even though I really want to be that mom, I usually want them all to go home. Now. My house is not their playground; it's my house. My stuff is not for them to touch, pick up, peruse; it's my stuff. My daughter's stuff is okay to play with but not to strew around the house when interest wanes; put it away when you're done with it. And please come to play with my daughter and not to play with my daughter's stuff; I know it's new to you, but it hurts her feelings.
Maybe I need to find the middle ground between "the hangout" and "all friends are banned until they learn RESPECT (which means forever)." Maybe something like posting a list of rules to include:
- If I already know the answer, don't ask Ms. Terri the question.
- I always have permission to use the bathroom without asking, and I will wash my hands sufficiently afterwards.
- If I need help, I will ask for it and not make Ms. Terri guess that I need it.
- I will clean up after myself.
- Adults are much more likely to give me what I want if I'm polite and respectful; adults have no desire to give me what I want when I am rude, disrespectful, and demanding.
- I will lay out my wet snow clothes and boots on the provided mats and let them dry because it is not funny to watch Ms. Terri blow a gasket when she finds them wadded up inside out in a pile on the floor nowhere near said obvious mat.