From past experience I can say 100% that is rather my kid be around a stoned person than someone on painkillers like oxy, even if it's for a legitimate need.

School projects are so much fun! I've been smoking regularly for years to help with pain and anxiety. At first I was worried about it affecting my parenting, but it's actually been a great benefit. I mean, obviously not being in pain or crippled by anxiety helps immensely. Prescription pain meds helped the pain, but I…

Goddamned dino-nuggets. And he always SAYS they’re the only thing he’ll eat, then he won’t even eat those, so I have to make him mac and cheese and then MY dinner is cold dino-nuggets.

That sounds really sweet and I totally teared up.

thanks. I have cut way back on my own drinking and smoke more pot instead. I will tell you, it is a much better thing. I like my wine and stuff but because of my family history I err on the side of caution. Alcoholism can ruin lives. Pot really doesn’t. Not for the most part. It’s also basically cured my anxiety.

I am a parent and I tell other parents that it’s okay not to like all of parenting. In fact, it’s perfectly normal to loathe entire portions of it.

Shitty parents will be shitty, with or without substances (shitty sober parents, shitty drunks parents, shitty high parents) but I’ve witnessed parents that can drink moderately and smoke moderately and still parent just fine (and maybe even a little better than if they were stone sober.) I am not a kid person and I…

These people who think being stoned makes people whacked out nut jobs are so funny.

You know what, fuck that. Why can’t you have a couple beers hanging out with your kids? don’t get obliterated, just take the edge off your adult brain and have some fun with the kids. Stop listing the groceries you need to get in the back of your mind for twenty minutes to play ponies. For real. Get in it. That’s all…

Are you kidding? This is America. Parents are constantly buzzed or drunk around their kids and it’s thought of as completely normal. In the summer my neighbor never is outside without a beer in his hands and I’ve never seen his kids taken away from him. One is tolerated, the other is scandalized.

Funny. My dad and I smoked together the first time on spring break of my sophomore year in college. I’m not much of a smoker so it wasn’t a frequent event.

You did read the author’s husband was home and sober, yes?

My parents always smoked, it was an afternoon thing (after lunch bone, or ALB time kid get outta here and play in your room!) that I didn’t really understand, but I knew I had to kick rocks after lunch and dinner for around a half an hour to an hour. But when I came back down? The haze was different. This wasn’t just…

Probably 85% of the parents I know drink in front of their kids and no one makes a stink that BOTH parents have had a few beers when their kids are in the house. Drinking culture is so normalized in America but I couldn’t even admit I prefer to get stoned because it automatically make me a terrible person.

I had a pot dad in the 70's. He made an off handed comment to a neighbor mom about getting high. The rumor spread like wildfire (ironically, the song he usually played while he was smoking) that he was a “druggie hippie” and consequently, no one was allowed to come to my house after school or for sleepovers.

I’m hoping the environment around stoners will change as legislation grows, so hopefully children of stoners won’t have childhood sads or be embarrassed that their parents smoke.

One thing no one tells you when you first have kids is how insanely boring the job can be. Reading the same books over and over again, watching the same videos, playing the little games that are absolutely vital to helping your kids develop so many skills are often mind-numbingly boring. In the early days, I had to…

(You can talk to me all you want about the cognitive benefits of boredom, and I agree that they are myriad, but bored kids can often be super whiny and annoying.)

Some of his ideas were so intense that he had to come and whisper them in my ear, to protect his little brother from having his mind irrevocably blown.
Adorable.

This is one of those things that, as soon as someone points it out, you smack your forehead and wonder why you never thought of it because it’s so obvious.