THIS IS ACTUALLY A THING! I hired one of these people off of CL when we had a house full of furniture to assemble.
THIS IS ACTUALLY A THING! I hired one of these people off of CL when we had a house full of furniture to assemble.
Hugs to you. I don't think that most commenters are taking shots at a woman's decision to freeze her eggs, but rather the availability being offered up as a solution for women who are making the (extremely difficult) decisions related to work-family balance. Like: more support for families, leave policies, childcare…
Not nearly as bad as your story, but I told an ex of mine to never buy me jewelry, and if he does, not to get yellow gold because I don't like it and only ever wear silver.
Ha, that was kind of how my husband and I decided to actually get married (we'd been engaged for like three years with no real plans).
This! I was active through the first two trimesters but had zero energy in the last few months. I got so depressed - it was like I had cabin fever in my own body.
I was a teenager when "Jackass" came out and it inspired me and my friends to do all sorts of dumb shit.
Right? I mean I try to get a blog off the ground and get nowhere, but something random like this ends up going viral?
Not only that, but teenagers in general have always been done. It's so hip to rag on teens today, with their selfies and their slang and their YOLO, as if they're going to be in that phase forever, when in reality they're just acting as stupid as we did in those days - just in a different way.
This was my thought, too. We have an uncovered reservior in my neighborhood as well, and people boat on it and fish in it and dogs swim in it and everything. I remember being at a park with my friends, and my friend's mom was horrified some kids were wading/swimming in it (which is forbidden, but whatev) because…
I feel that way a lot, too. If my FB photo is just a photo of me doing something, I feel like I'm "representing myself" as someone who still lives like I don't have a kid. If I post a photo with the wee beastie, oh no, someone might have to look at a baby!
That's actually not a bad idea - that way, people who want to see the baby stuff can follow the baby's page, and those who don't, don't have to be bombarded with baby stuff! I actually considered doing that after my little guy was born, because I have family and friends all over the country who kept asking me for more…
It's an asshole thing to say, and I'm not denying that there are some parents out there who think that parenting is the be-all, end-all of existence and those who don't have kids are missing out (because they pull the same sanctimommy crap on us other parents, too). But there's a lot that non-parents don't understand…
He has no sense of urgency or priority or when chores should be done.
Agreed! Being a SAHP is like any other job you enjoy - sometimes it's a blast, sometimes it's exhausting and stressful and you can't wait until it's over and you can turn your brain off.
I felt the same way! Like "holy shit, NONE OF US know what we're doing! We're all just parenting by the seat of our pants!"
Yep, I was an active kid and I fell down a lot. When I finally broke my wrist, I didn't complain much (it actually didn't hurt that bad) but when it was still bothering me a week later she took me to the hospital. Broken.
The other thing is now that I am pregnant, there is a certain schadenfreude in the way people like to warn me about how my life will never be the same and I'll never get any sleep or have a clean house again.
We can be sociopaths together. Maybe that's just what their relationship is like. My high school boyfriend and I would play pranks on each other occasionally (although minor ones - like when I swapped the padlock on his locker for mine and watched him confusedly try to open it for several moments after school let out).
This has been my experience as well with my son (also unplanned). Even when my anxiety was under control, I often felt like I was on the brink - like if I thought about it too much, I'd slip back into depression. He's two now, and it's SO MUCH easier. Like I said elsewhere, even an epic tantrum is easier to handle…
The thing about the whole, "men do the home maintenance and yardwork" setup is that when you live in an apartment, that more or less absolves men from doing ANYTHING. I wish that the apartment living stint that most men do at some point in their lives would teach them how to keep a household clean.