When my husband and I traded places and he assumed the majority of childcare responsibilites while I went to work full time, there were, predictably, adjustments to be made. Most of them have just required the turning of a blind eye. So the kids go to school sometimes in clothes whose colors or patterns clash, or their hair isn't combed exactly as I would comb it; what does it really matter in the overall scheme of things? They're clean, fed, and loved. That's all that counts. There are some things, though, that I can't ignore. When I come home from work greeted with cries of, "Guess what we did? We hiked up a river, and parts of it were over our heads!" or "We explored caves today, but we didn't see any bears," I just can't hold my tongue.
Then there's the matter of the music. During my reign, their exposure was limited to carefully selected age appropriate songs, along the lines of "Puff the Magic Dragon," or "Pepino the Italian Mouse." The closest to edgy I ever got was Stay Awake the album of cover songs of Disney tunes by popular artists. I first suspected a sea change was underway in their musical taste when I overheard our son singing about his baby sister who had a habit of hitting her head repeatedly against the chest of whoever was holding her, "Maia is a head banger." My suspiscions were confirmed when they started singing Mojo Nixon spontaneously while we were stuck in traffic one day, "Hey, hey, hey, Get out of my way..." I admitted defeat completely the day I tried to play the King's Singers disc, Kids Stuff and they shouted me down with demands for the "monster music." I was baffled, but they pulled the R.E.M. CD, Monster from the shelf, and I gave in and played it for them.