First World Problems

“Ben!”

No answer. I shout again. Still no answer. Time for technology. Food, I text. So the same text I send every day…

“I thought I said don’t disappear?”

“I didn’t disappear. I was in my bedroom.”

“But I said it was going to be ready in two minutes.”

“Yeah well.” The rest of the sentence is unspoken. Two minutes? Stand around for two minutes trying to make conversation or – contact social services, somebody – be forced to set the table?

“Anyway, I thought you deserved one of your favourites seeing as it’s Friday night. Mussels in garlic butter.”

“Awesome. Can I – ”

“No you can’t take them to your bedroom. Mussels are eaten at the dining room table.”

He reluctantly agrees. I follow with my glass of wine. Unlike his brother and sister Ben’s prepared to discuss his day at school. Sorry, college. The school uniform is now history. Jeans, hoodies and trips to TK Maxx to make sure he’s fashionable enough are the future.

“So how did it go today?”

“Where did you buy these mussels?”

“Morrisons. When I went into town at lunchtime.”

“You didn’t go to Marks and Spencer’s?”

“No, I’m really sorry. I have these irritating things called clients. They don’t understand you being late for a meeting because you’re at M&S buying best mussels for your teenage son.”

“They don’t taste the same.”

“Well, I’m really sorry. I’ll stencil ‘bad parent’ on my forehead. Damn it, Ben, I didn’t even know what mussels in garlic butter were when I was your age. And bread was white or brown. Not the ciabatta you’re so casually dunking.”

I carried on in this vein for several minutes. My son zoned out and grudgingly finished his clearly sub-standard mussels.

“What’s going on?” I grumbled to my wife ten minutes later. “It was mince on toast when I was his age.”

“Caramel Chew Chew,” she replied.

“What?”

“Caramel Chew Chew. I got a bollocking the other night because it wasn’t Phish Food.”

I made a sympathetic noise – and kept my preference for Phish Food a secret.

“First world problems,” Jane said. “That’s what it is.”

This time the sympathetic noise was genuine. When a small boy is washed up on a Turkish beach and people are walking to Germany because their own government has unleashed a hail of barrel bombs it’s hard to sympathise when your children complain that “the orange juice has bits in it.”

“And the internet,” I said. “They go ballistic if the internet is down for three seconds. Or the Sky box needs re-booting.”

“Or if there isn’t an episode of Friends on somewhere…”

“…Which has never happened.”

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Ah, my son. Clearly come to see if he still had to suffer the agony of Caramel Chew Chew.

“You. Your brother and sister. Teenage children’s first world problems.”

My son coughed. “What about you, Dad?”

“What do you mean what about me?”

“I was only six or seven but I remember the meltdown you had when teletext was phased out. And what about that tantrum the other week?”

“I never have tantrums.”

“Yes you did. That time we lost the Sky signal when Joe Root was 96 not out.”

“That’s different. That’s live sport.” Was there no stopping the wretched child?

Clearly not. “Or when the shop doesn’t have the right bread for your bacon sandwich. Or you can’t even get your favourite plum tomatoes. Yeah, plum tomatoes, Dad. People are fleeing war and poverty and you’re complaining about plum tomatoes.”

My lovely wife appeared to be smirking. Did she just murmur “hypocrite…”

I’m sure most people have seen this video by now: if not it really puts ‘First World Problems’ into perspective. 

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Comments

  1. suzanne3childrenandit says:

    And this exact same episode happens in my house on a daily basis….there’s always one child missing for the first 10 minutes of dinner time because ‘they haven’t heard’ the 4 previous shouts that it’s ready. Why exactly DO they disappear, knowing that you’re dishing up? Because they don’t want to be asked to lay the table! Thanks for pointing that one out 🙂

    • How can they come down three minutes before dinner – usually in search of a pre-dinner snack – and then disappear again? But I am enjoying more success with Tom now: given that he’s so heavily into F1 I’ve given up texting ‘food’ to the top of the house and instead text ‘box, box.’ If you know your F1 you’ll know that it means ‘make an immediate pit stop.’ So far it seems to be working…

  2. ‘Love the post and you’re right, sometimes we forget just how good we have things. My only-child and tween hasn’t a clue. He goes to an elite school in Germany and is always whining about how he can’t be seen without a smoothie and an American decorated cupcake. The other day we went shopping for trainers and he picked up a pair of Hugo Boss sneakers retailing for €179. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t have them.

    As for food, our son talks of home-made pasta and truffles that we had in Tuscany and home-made pizza with anchovies. No packets or tins for him. Sometimes we think we might have created a monster as we eat out at least once a week and eating al fresco is all the range on the continent as you know. The other day we went to this trendy Korean restaurant for dinner (read expensive) and he was upset that we had to wait 30 mins before the food came. The restaurant has an open kitchen so you could see that they were doing their best as they were quite over-whelmed and the queues outside had a waiting time of 2 hours. Oh, and the very last straw was that there wasn’t any WIFI, and talking to us was totally out of the question!

    p.s. I like the video and I’m really proud of Germany standing up and trying to help the refugees at this most critical time.

    • Thank you – and I know exactly what you mean. Now the eldest two are at uni Ben is effectively an only child. I will say that he’s a real pleasure to eat out with, but he knows what he likes and it doesn’t come from the bottom end of the menu! (Note to self: do not introduce him to trufffles…) Thanks again – and if Thursday isn’t too early, have a lovely weekend

  3. Loss of Sky signal trumps any incorrectly flavoured ice-cream. Fact.

    • Loss of internet is the big, big crisis in our house. Of course, I remain remarkably relaxed about it…
      Stop press this morning: “I hate when there just isn’t enough milk for your cereal and you have to open a new bottle just to get a tiny bit extra.”

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