I love my kids, I just hate parenting
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you may have noticed a bit of a controversy last week, just before Mother’s Day.
I posted a meme that generated some passionate responses, and for once it wasn’t about Trump or gun control or vaccinating your kids.
This was about pet moms – more specifically, why they’re not actually moms.
Disclaimer: This post was sponsored by the makers of ibi.
As you know, I am the proud owner of two of the cutest kids on planet earth, and I love taking their picture. That’s partially because I like sharing those pictures on Instagram so I can make fun of them, and partially because, ya know, memories! And stuff.
All this is to say that my phone is almost always chock full of photos, which makes it hard to take new ones. And makes the prospect of losing my phone downright terrifying.
Which is why I’ve partnered with ibi.
Exhaustion is the number one parenting complaint on a long list of them. It’s valid, it’s real, and it’s very old news. Oh, you’re tired? Tell me something I don’t know.
Sorry, but being tired isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion tireds! Being tired and parenting anyway!
I call it “parenting on empty.” But I should probable just call it “parenting” because we all do it. And it’s impressive AF.
One of the worst aspects of having kids is, well, just take a spin around my blog. I’m pretty sure I’ve covered them all at some point. Including this week’s podcast topic: how expensive they are!
It starts with diapers and clothes and formula, then it progresses to daycare and sports and food, and eventually you’re buying them cars and college tuition. It never ends.
But it’s not just money they cost you, they also steal your sanity, your time, your sense of self. We get into all the ways kids bleed your wallet, and I do an impression of Louis Gossett Jr. in everyone’s favorite 80s alien movie that almost no one has ever heard of!
A few years ago, I ranted hard against a couple who created a list of guidelines for visitors who wanted to stop by and meet their newborn. They were essentially expecting friends and family to barter for an audience with their baby via handouts and housework.
It made little sense that a couple with such bizarre manners and expectations would have anyone visiting them, let alone enough people who it required rules and regulations. After all, this was a generic newborn, not the Pope. It was utterly ridiculous, and my post quickly became one of my most popular pieces.
Most of us felt that the couple was entitled and oblivious. Apparently, they were pioneers!