I honestly can’t tell if you’re trolling me or you’re deranged.
We all love our children. We can also, all of us, except you apparently, admit that having two toddlers running around screaming is not serene or zen. Neither is having a diaper explosion in the car seat. Neither is having a baby throw up directly into your open mouth. Neither is dealing with a temper tantrum in the super market. Neither is getting two hours of sleep before work because your baby is teething. Neither is speeding to the ER in the middle of the night because your child has a high fever and they’re barely responsive. Neither is finding your toddler shoving crayons up their nose, and when asked why the response simply being “iuuunnnooo”.
You seem like an agreeable person all things considered. I really don’t understand why this is the hill you’ve chosen to die on. Kids are a lot of work. It’s tough sometimes. This is not a cosmic mystery.
Kids are exhausting? Really? Wow. Dont know what sort of kids you’ve been around.
Kids haven’t forgotten how to have fun, they don’t anything including themselves too seriously, and they ask all sorts of funny and zany questions.
As for drinking around kids: you never had a BBQ or get together with families?
Tell me you don’t have children without saying you don’t have children.
I do and I love being a parent. Best job in the world.
/doubt
You doubt that being a parent is a great job?
I doubt that you’re a parent. Any parent, anywhere on this planet, can admit that handling children can be exhausting and frustrating work at times.
So you’re either: an idiot, or a liar. Take your pick.
If they’re exhausting or frustrating to you, then you’re doing something wrong as a parent.
I’ve got all the time in the world for my kid, and I’m happy for it to be that way. If you think I’m an idiot for doing so, so be it.
I honestly can’t tell if you’re trolling me or you’re deranged.
We all love our children. We can also, all of us, except you apparently, admit that having two toddlers running around screaming is not serene or zen. Neither is having a diaper explosion in the car seat. Neither is having a baby throw up directly into your open mouth. Neither is dealing with a temper tantrum in the super market. Neither is getting two hours of sleep before work because your baby is teething. Neither is speeding to the ER in the middle of the night because your child has a high fever and they’re barely responsive. Neither is finding your toddler shoving crayons up their nose, and when asked why the response simply being “iuuunnnooo”.
You seem like an agreeable person all things considered. I really don’t understand why this is the hill you’ve chosen to die on. Kids are a lot of work. It’s tough sometimes. This is not a cosmic mystery.