Yes, yes and yes. Like it’s a contest to see who can trample each other on the way to showing peace and goodwill to all, dammit, and you will have a merry damn Christmas! ‘Murica!

I know it’s stereotypical to say, but ugh, men.

So as an agnostic-more-or-less atheist, I can get by with keeping my mouth shut and attending our (actually quite nice) Methodist church sporadically and on Easter and Christmas. I can’t *imagine* what it feels like to be part of a minority religion in the US, especially around the crazy season. Or trying to explain…

I have done the same thing! In a way it felt great, but at the same time it made me sad to realize that wingnuts have turned the holidays into some kind of pissing contest.

you my friend are awesome!!

I was in line at a Fresh Market behind a lady who wished the cashier “happy holidays”. The cashier replied, not aggressively but very very distinctly and pointedly: “Mer.ry. Christ.mas.” I was feeling a little wicked, so when my turn came, the cashier very pointedly said “Merry Christmas” to me, and I replied,…

I adopted older children (didn’t think it was important to prove I fornicated), missed the really expensive baby/toddler crap, then loved them and did what was possible with the main goal of just enjoying them. They are are all productive adults that have varying degrees of happiness, don’t we all? The pressure of…

Keep on keepin’ on, mama! We’re 6 months from digging out of a $75K debt for the last 5 years. Bring on on the (cheap, paid-for-in-cash) champagne. You’re crushing it and you’ll get through this!

Tell me about it! I let my 6 year old and 4 year old play in our fully fenced backyard while I was in the kitchen making dinner. The glass door and all the windows face the backyard so I could see them the whole time. My concerned neighbour still felt the need to stop over and remind me that they could be kidnapped.

Exactly. My parents’ jobs ended at 5pm. Mine is 24/7 and it’s fucking advertising - we’re not curing cancer.

My reply to people who get judgy about my parenting? I cordially invite them to go fuck themselves in the ass with a cactus. I am not kidding. I got a note from school that my fourth grader told another kid to “suck it” and that they wanted to have a conference to discuss his behavior. I told them I was busy at home…

I’d just like to say that I work full-time and have a toddler and a husband who does more than half of the house work. We don’t have our kid involved in any extra-extracurriculars or make precious lunches for our kiddo and it’s still fucking hard and I still miss my friends and my hobbies. Maybe, just maybe, it has to…

My parents had jobs. They went to work in the morning, they worked all day, they came home. They did stuff with us.

My husband and I have jobs. We wake up before our kid to check email, we knock out the high priority stuff, kid gets up, she’s ready for school, we drop her off, head to work, we work all day, come home,…

In lieu of family support, I have boxes of wine.

Everyone’s different. We *look* like we’re “having it all” from the outside, with our suburban house and nice cars and high paychecks, but the facts are these: my husband and I were idiots who focused a lot of energy keeping up with the Joneses in a very high cost of living area (DC suburbs). Then we had two babies…

I will speak only for myself.

But it’s gluten-free staphylococcal enterotoxin!

Those exact Bell & Evans chicken nuggets have had 2 massive recalls within the past 13 months due to something called “staphylococcal enterotoxin”. Sounds delicious!

OK, there, princess....you tell me where I can get these without having to get out of my car?

Issues aside, Mussolini made the trains run on time.