I love my kids, I just hate parenting
I’m no stranger to giving passive-aggressive gifts to subtly – or not – display my true feelings.
But my in-laws don’t play.
Thanks to the gift they got for my son, Christmas will be a not-so-silent night this year.
Until you’re a parent (or a sports fan), it might be hard to understand how you can love something with all of your heart while, at the exact same time, it drives you so crazy you want to run away and live in a log cabin.
Kids have an infinite capacity for inspiring both your awe and your annoyance. Based on my son’s recent behavior and burgeoning intellectual development, five-year-olds are right smack in the sweet spot.
I don’t really understand why some parents dress their tiny children as monsters for Halloween.
Aren’t they terrifying enough already?
When you live with small children, you quickly discover that it’s not only kids who say the darndest things.
As parents, we all find ourselves saying ridiculous things to our kids, because our kids are ridiculous and they bring us down to their level.
(Also, we drink a lot.)
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Having kids is different for everybody.
There are some broad similarities, but when you get down to the nitty-gritty, nothing is exactly the same. We’re all different people, our kids are all unique individuals, snowflakes, etc.
But I don’t care if you’re rich or poor, live in New Zealand or Alaska, have one kid or twelve, there’s one universal constant to being a parent: you’re always tired.
Here’s one sleep technique I’m starting to consider.