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Let me start: Sometimes I make my kid put damp undies back on because I don’t want to do the laundry every two seconds and HE NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO USE THE TOILET. Wow, what a load off! (See? Just putting something out there can make you feel better!)
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This is my first full weekend off in weeks. I wish i could go to work.
I dont have the energy to spend time with my husband and children.
My ten year old daughter came home upset because a girl in her class told her she had chubby cheeks. This other little girl is one you don’t like from the minute you meet her. You can tell right away she is a little brat, with that kind of fearless disrespect for adults and peers alike. I wouldn’t be surprised if her head can spin 360. Anyway, I reacted instinctually (call it protective, call it immature, unreconciled baggage, whatever) but I said “ (Brat girl) said that? To YOU? She’s jealous honey, because she knows she’s unfortunate looking. But put her in her place so she stops. Why don’t you tell her, ‘Hey (BratGirl), I’ll grow out of my baby face, but you’re stuck with that dimply fat ass and that ugly personality just like your mom. And by the way, the beavers called for you, they need help chewing down trees by the river”. She stood looking at me “DAD”! No! That’s so mean!” I know that’s wrong, and I felt ashamed for my immaturity...but only for a minute . Because truthfully it felt great. Really great.
It really irritates me beyond belief when I have parents staring me down because I give my kid a sip of my coke (he's 4) and then saying to me I shouldn't be drinking that while I'm pregnant. First of all, lay off. I'm not letting my 4 year old get take hits off a beer or something, which I don't drink anyway and I'm pregnant and will drink carbonation and caffeine if I damn well please. I cleared with my OB what the safe amount is so it helps my migraines and my nausea all in one go. Bite me. My 4 year old is super well behaved and completely healthy and I drank coke everyday of my pregnancy with him. It did him no harm. All of the parents who have to do everything natural because it's the "BETTER" way, good for you. I'll take that epidural ASAP with this kid and bottle feed it again because I can. You do you. I'll do me.
So I work 3rd shift and I don't have any childcare so it's me and my nearly useless husband taking care of the baby. Three days out of the week I get about two hours of sleep a day due to having to watch her all day while my ball and chain goes to school. This week she woke up early from her nap and I just turned the monitor down and kept sleeping while she fussed and cried in her crib because I'm so exhausted.
I'm worried that having a baby will make me poor. I've only recently become financially responsible and in worried that the baby will take that away. Other than that, I can't wait to give my child the home life I wish I had!
I have two special needs kids who require a LOT of extra attention. I take them to all their appointments (which for my daughter means a one hour drive, one way, twice a week for a 30 minute appt) and do everything I need to do for them. So why do I feel so selfish every time I want just a few minutes of peace to myself?
My almost 3 year old daughter has a significant speech delay. I get jealous when I hear other kids her age or younger talking, and I dread speech therapy as much as she does. What really gets me are friends with kids with no delays diagnosing my kid. Are you a doctor Susan? No? Shut the fuck up. Sometimes I get mad at my daughter for not talking then feel guilty for getting mad....she can say words, phrases and forms long sentences occasionally. I know she understands most of what I say but why won't she answer???
My son is my world but I resent him so much for all the fun he’s taken out of my life..
I call my 2.5 year old daughter horrible names behind her back when she's being a super c*nt (which, at 2.5 is quite frequently). Never to her face because she repeats everything and then I'd be outed (and also bc that wouldn't be nice).
My best friend is pregnant with her first child and it's driving me crazy. Not only does she refuse to re-use bottle racks, clothes, or furniture from friends and/or family, she tells me I'm wrong about motherhood. I am a mother of 3. Since she struggled to get pregnant, she is convinced that life is going to be unicorns and rainbows, and she will love every little minute of motherhood. When I try to tell her to get prepared for a lot of big changes, she tells me I'm being depressing and trying to scare her. It just pisses me off that women just want to hear how magical it will all be, and then when they're sleep deprived, unshowered, and covered in shit, milk, and puke with cracked nipples, they wonder why nobody warned them about what parenthood is REALLY like.
My kid never sleeps. She is 2.5 and still wakes up screaming multiple times a night, nevermind how needy she is. My house looks like Wal-Mart after Boxing Day most of the time which wreaks havoc on my OCD . Im counting down the days until she goes to school and I can have time alone and a clean house.
I cuss out my little daughter when she's being rocked to sleep and is being fussy and not cooperating. Now I'm getting REALLY comfortable muttering, "Go the fuck to sleep, you little shit" under my breath among myriad of other "names" at my daughter. (She's 1yr and half, hopefully she's not picking this up ha)
So my 15 month old daughter is allergic to pretty much every goddamn thing on the food pyramid. The fucking allergy test showed she's allergic to MILK, and she HATES the taste of formula, plus she's allergic to goddamn soy, coconut, almond and any other plant based shitty drink. So my wife ends up pumping constantly, which burns up precious time and has me picking up slacks in cooking, cleaning and every other shit that a household needs to get done. I love my wife, love my baby, HATE that fucking allergist who gave me that life crushing skin prick test. I want to just give my baby milk one day, and have epi-pen ready to stick her in case she chokes (she's not THAT allergic, we give her goddamn yogurt for fucks sake). I beat my mango allergy by eating fuck load of mangos, why can't she get over milk allergy same way?
We're expecting our first kiddo next year. Of all the thoughts that run through my head, the loudest is gender. If it's a boy, I've got a little buddy to teach. If it's a girl, my life is ruined.
Hi, I'm a father and I hate it. And I mean HATE.
Daughter 4, boy 2. They won't shut the fuck up! The constant yammering, fighting, screaming. Even typing this is pissing me off. I drink and take pills daily to cope. Today I woke up at 4:30PM in an attempt to be happy tonight. Nope.
Now it's time to go to the county Fair where we will chase down the kids and tell them no to almost everything they want, because what they will want is irrational and/or impossible. They will fight constantly, they will cry, scream, bitch and yell all night. I will try to get as buzzed as possible so I can get on their level and have a minute of fun. They ruin that fun, though. That is a given.
I hate it.
I love my baby and feel blessed that here in Canada they offer a year of paid mat leave (at 55% of your salary). But good god am I ever bored. I have zero interest in going to 'play groups' with my 3 month old to listen to other moms talk about their children. There's only so many things you can do to entertain a baby and you can only talk to them for so long without feeling slightly insane. Therefore I've decided to go back to work part time at 7 months. Cant take being at home any more.
I turn off the wifi and wait until my 2 year old son's iPad stops working and like and say the battery died. But then I'm just as sad as he is because I'm stuck having to entertain him. The grandparents aren't really around to help and he's out of daycare due to moving. It's either raining or snowing and only nice June, July, Aug so I'm slowly counting down the years until he's old enough to get out of my hair.
My 4 year old has the personality of people I actively avoid in my adult life. Sometimes I actively avoid her too.
I let my kid play with the cleaner bottles underneath the sink so I can get dinner made. It's not like she's drinking them. Don't judge.
We have 2 kids that go to bed an hour apart due to the age difference, Sometimes we change all the clocks forward an hour so while the younger one thinks he is staying up late the other does not complain when we send him to bed at the "usual time". Sitting here going to ourselves... Best idea ever!