AIBU to think parents should stop emailing school about everything?

[Teachingiscrazy]

I know the government are attempting to try and stop the rudeness from parents which I totally agree with but also, I really think parents need to stop involving school in everything.
This week , my friend was chatting over dinner saying her year 8 son wanted to try art club but he was worried he would be the only boy and he was nervous about finding the room. At dinner my friend said she had emailed the teacher so the teacher could find him, have a chat and reassure. This is for a lunchtime art club!
Surely just talk it through with your child yourself and give him some coping skills ! That poor teacher now has another job, an email to reply to, a child's emotional resilience to manage , all for a club they are running in their lunchtime . I've had parents email me to ask me to talk to their child as they won't brush their teeth at night, could I go and meet their child at the end of the corridor as they find the corridor overwhelming (presumably I leave the other 25 kids in the room) I've had parental emails over the smallest of things that parents could do. GGRR rant over
Ps before we do MN bingo. No ND in these examples

So odd. As if teachers have time to deal with admin from the parents of 150-250 kids they teach! I'd be informing my line manager that I expect admin / SLT to field any queries because my job is to teach in classrooms and attend parent evenings.

However, I do agree with having more parental involvement but not via individual emails about inane stuff.

Sounds like this student was struggling though. I don’t see no harm in her requesting ways in order for her to cope . The most important thing is that she’s able to get through the lesson

I am a fellow potato hater (it's a texture thing). My horrible school had a rule that you had to eat all your meal (no choice, it came ready plated) unless your parents wrote in to say you should be excused. My parents were convinced my loathing was a passing fad and refused to write. Not a problem when it was chips, as I could always pass them on, but otherwise I was dependent on sympathetic table mates who would allow my leftovers to be discreetly squashed in the stack of used plates. When that didn't happen - well, once I vomited all over the table.

The passing fad has lasted the best part of 70 years now.