Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Seriously! For fuck’s sakes. Goddammit. Argh.

Have you heard of meetup.com? It’s like a dating site for friends/networking. There are groups in most cities across the us. There are a ton of mommy groups in my city and I bet there are some near you too! I realize it’s short notice to build a friendship and get recommendations for day care next week but maybe this…

Your baby is beautiful !

Absolutely adorable. What a cute dude!

His eyes + that pose = Bitch, I am FABULOUS.

He’s gorgeous!

Oh my god, isn’t it everything? When she sings “doesn’t keep us warm,” my heart breaks and my mind races.

First of all, he is Adorable!

Would terrible day care stories (that didn’t result in any major injuries) help cheer you up? Like in a “sometimes day cares can be shitty but not life-ruiningly shitty.” I have a lot of those. We lived in a shelter for six months and then moved around a lot before I got a good, reliable job with good reliable money…

For you:

I’ve been listening to Hamilton pretty much nonstop since I discovered I could stream it on Amazon Prime. I’m listening to it right now, actually. I feel like I should actually get myself to branch out and listen to In The Heights, since it’s also by Lin-Manuel Miranda and I haven’t actually listened to the entire…

Oh my god you guys. I needed this open thread.

I totally understand, I weather every new segment of parenting like I am facing gale force winds (pure panic), and my kids deal with every new aspect of their evolving existence with enthusiasm and excitement (dancing with joy). I hope they never turn into me!

Keep looking. You’ll find something. I remember when I was looking for day care for my kids, one of the infant rooms had bunk bed cribs whose front panels opened like an oven and you just pop the baby in. I cried.

He’s beautiful,

Mine is “starring role” by marina and the diamonds.

My younger son, starting at about age 5, sounded like a charging rhino coming up the outside stairs. I don’t know how they do it.

Do this thing. IMMEDIATELY.

Pro tip: Other people’s kids are always way worse. Seriously.