Ridiculously indulgent things you have recently done for your children that you would only do for them?

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Stood at bus stop for 40 mins in rain and howling wind to wait for DD 13 to get off bus as she had forgotten to take her hood attachment to school. The bus stop is maybe 200 metres from our front door.

Arrived at B&Q at 7am in order to get a heated blanket for DS 16, a journey of 8 miles out of my way to work because he casually remarked that he occasionally felt chilly in his bedroom at night and it was going to be the only opportunity of getting to buy before work.

What have you done recently that you accept it indulgent and would only ever do for your children?!

Did a round trip to Boston and back (no, not the one in Lincolnshire) to bring my heartbroken son home after his relationship ended.

I drop my 11 year old son off at the bus stop every morning- it is a 7 minute walk. As I drive past on my way to work, it isnt an issue.

I’m pretty much my three year old son‘s slave 🤷🏻‍♀️ god only knows what he’ll have me doing when he’s a teenager. I’m just a sucker when it comes to him (he’s heart-meltingly cute and hugely charismatic, an irresistible combination) - I love being able to do stuff for him that makes him happy.

Not ridiculously indulgent but setting him up with his Bob The Builder video, best chair in the house, favourite snacks, all the comforts!

Having decided DH and I are no longer up to skiing but realising that the DSs love it we have paid for two DSs and two DGs to go without us.

What did you get tattooed?

i probably do some ridiculously indulgent things for my child but none are springing to mind right now. However this thread did make something from my own teenage years pop into my head. When I was 18-19ish and living away at uni I’d gone to a gig in London (home and uni were in different midlands cities) and apparently believed I had the ability to teleport 😂 having decided to stay to the end of the gig at Wembley there was only about 25 minutes before the last train back left Euston. Unsurprisingly I missed the train. In my panic I called my darling dad who told me to get on any train heading north and call him back when I knew where I was heading and he would come and get me. 20 years later I still think about this and know how much he cared, even though it would actually have been completely reasonable of him to tell me to get a hotel for the night rather than dragging him from his bed to drive to Northampton to collect me! Don’t underestimate the importances of these indulgences!

✅Gave my daughter a piggyback ride to the car for 3 blocks because her new trainers gave her blisters during our walk, also once when I picked her up from school due to a twisted ankle.
✅Share my best hair products with my son because he has curly hair like me ❤️.
✅I also love to dump towels and sheets warm out of the tunnel dryer on top of my daughter and son, it's like a massive warm hug 🤣

Drove all night in Storm Goretti to get DD back to university for the start of her exams. It would have been absolutely fine (I did check before setting off), except on the way back alone they closed the M62. Due to a lorry fire they rerouted everyone on country roads over the top of the penines in a blizzard!

Whilst reading PP, I've remembered so many more. Here's just a few... I've picked DS up from a music festival at 3am. I've also queued at midnight for X box games and travelled a 120 mile round trip to get a god-awful Furbie when they first came out for Christmas because DS wrote it in his letter to Santa.
Another year after smugly finishing my Christmas shopping and wrapping very early (for me), Santa promised DD a wooden doll's house that matched her bedroom. Amazingly, I found a house on marketplace for a bargain price. Her single bed had a double duvet on it. This is relevant because I had a spare pillowcase that also matched her curtains. I cut it up and spent every spare minute, staying up very late until Christmas sewing badly curtains, tie backs, pillows, quilt, cushions, etc. It was worth every moment, DD loved it.
Some might say martyr, but I have three lovely unspoilt adults now (who surprisingly often mention the times I went the extra mile), and wouldn't change a thing.

I'm sorry but Santa would have definitely run out of these to give by 3pm on Christmas Eve 🤣

Played Minecraft, extensively, including finding DS when he had marooned himself in the middle of the ocean, and led him back to our base (which took me multiple hours after he had gone to bed, I might add).

Oh God, Minecraft!! I'm the least techy person in the world, but I spent hours figuring out how to add mods so DS could have a car to drive around his world. I also made him a Creeper lunchbox with dozens of tiny little square stickers before you could really get Minecraft merch (this was about ten years ago).

My Dad is the same and still now at 36 with my own child will do almost anything for me- albeit I no longer need rescuing as often as I did in my late teens. My Mum was the one who tried to stop him, so a lot of it was with a "Don't tell your mother!"

I'm a well-adjusted adult so I don't think being indulged did me much harm.

Yep. I gave my sons all my inheritance from my mum to use as a deposit for homes of their own. It would have taken them years to save enough so they would have been living with us well into their 30s so win win really!

DH gets up early to defrost their cars and puts an insulated cup of coffee and toast (wrapped in a napkin) on the passenger seats ready for each DCs commute to work!
I batch freeze home made meals and freeze so there is always a stack of them to take away after a visit home.
Sat on DDs bed for 4 days when her relationship ended. Mopping up tears.

I was allowed out in my own at 4 years old, I did live in a rural council estate in a beautiful village though. No main roads to the park. I can’t believe that was my childhood, I feel very lucky to have had the freedom.

One of my favourite memories is taking my DS when he about 3 or 4 to see the trains at the crossings.

We lived quite out in the countryside, and there were two trains that brought the commuters home in the evenings. We’d go out to see the first one — there were three crossings and three little stations along the line.

I’d stop at each crossing so he could watch the bells ring, the arms come down, and the train go through. While the train was at the next station, we’d drive around to the next crossing. We’d do that until we reached the last station, where we’d get out of the car and stand on the platform to watch the train come in.

He loved watching everyone get off. Then the drivers would decouple the train, move the engine, turn it around, and park it up for the night ready for the next day.

We did this most evenings for several months while he was in his train phase. It actually worked really well as part of our nighttime routine — trains, then home for dinner and bath, and off to bed.

It was such a simple thing, but the joy it gave him — counting carriages, listening to the bells, and later explaining to me exactly what was happening — made it really special. It’s one of those times I look back on with no regrets at all.

I took my 10yo on an overnight trip to Paris because I messed up and failed to book her on the school residential.

I regularly indulge my SEN girls in treating me like a fiddle toy 🙄definitely definitely wouldn't let anyone else.

I am so glad I’m not the only crazy person to do this, the rest of my family think I’ve lost the plot. I do it for ds with Kraves cereal but he is 16 🤣

This isn’t indulgent and isn’t about me as a parent, but this thread made me think of it.
I was due to go to a university interview, so I’d have been 18, and I’d had the most awful cough. The type where it’s so constant that you struggle to catch your breath. I’d barely slept and had been vomiting from coughing so much. My alarm went off and my Mum came in to my room to tell me she had phoned the university and rearranged my interview for me, and had also phoned the GP and made an appointment. That was 20 years ago and I still think of it fondly.

This is grim. I feel sorry for his future wife…

My youngest son is a teacher, working long hours, and lives alone. I go to his flat every week to do his washing and ironing and I clean his flat from top to bottom so it’s one less thing for him to worry about.
My husband bought him a hive hub and he set it up so the lamps come on every evening for him so he doesn’t come home
to a dark house. 😁

A dear friend of mine used to do her son's paper round because he wouldn't get out of bed. She also bought her own birthday presents for him to give to her..and she wrapped them and wrote the tag.
Barmy.

This is lovely, and must make such a difference to him! 😊