Uhm... I stopped using socks to keep feet warm, the same way I stopped trying to put shoes on my toddler. I just keep my kiddos in pjs if we're going outside. I got tired of losing them. I use socks to keep my 4 month old from scratching his scalp raw. The socks on his hands are usually mismatched and often pink.

I will second, third, and fourth the containers thing. I love the IKEA drawer boxes - they come in three different sizes, are super cheap, and fold flat for storage. As far as socks go, just stop trying to match them. Does your kid have socks so their toes don't freeze off? Bangarang, go Mom! Anyone who bitches about…

I don't use it aloud, and I probably haven't typed it in well over a year. It was finally deserved, however, and nothing else would do. This woman's rambling nonsense is symptomatic of a culture that treats parenting like a competitive sport, largely at the expense of actual fucking parenting. This is her first…

Whats wrong with "insufferable"?

GOD YES. I do not doubt, at all, that it is an unimaginably important and life-changing event for parents. I still don't want it. No amount of talking about it is going to change that, because I have very good reasons for not want it. And the more that I think about it, while typing this, the more that I maybe DO…

Oh my god, the laundry. Folding laundry has always been my least favorite chore. Seriously, I would opt to scrub toilets over folding laundry every time. The amount of time I spend sorting through tiny socks, mittens and onesies is mind-boggling. I can not wait until my kids are old enough to fold their own clothes. …

I had bad PPD when I had my second son. I use to fantasize about pushing his stroller into the traffic and then running in front of a bus. Women like her made me feel worse about myself.

You know, after I announced my plans to remain childfree to my family, once the initial stupidity had died down ("are you a lesbian?" "why are you doing this to your poor parents?" "you'll change your mind one day" "you just don't know what you want in life yet") I encountered this type of woman with an alarming…

Exactly.

I think this is fanfic from one of the dudes that were so sorry that they had abortions.

"They should've warned me that eating healthy, proper portions of food would create enough of the nourishing milk that my daughter needs to grow. That I wouldn't even want to diet at first, at all. That hearing at her two-week doctor appointment that she'd gained enough weight..."

You know, I try really hard to avoid getting offended by others writing about their experience. But FFS, women are already given way too much shit for admitting that they are not perfect moms all of the time. With both my children, I struggled through difficult pregnancies, fell instantly in love when I met them (and…

It's ok, In 2 years, she'll have a Mommy blog about her snowflake child who can't process the complex sugars in refined carbohydrates and is allergic to the colour red.

This woman is the type of mother that makes me hate mothers.

Fixed.

My teenage son is *extraordinarily* clean, lol. My daughter also take up to 5 baths a day (but I know hers is for therapeutic/hygienic reasons. I bought her a Hitachi Magic Wand when she was mid teens and I could swear the lights dim a few times a week.

wtf? I shower everyday? Hell I showered twice a day when I was working at an estuarine fish and invertebrates lab.

Every two/three days in the winter, every other day in the summer. (Obvious exception if I have done something to make myself stinky/dirty)

I'd be the one that would just never open it. I'm terrible about my mail. If I'm not expecting it, or there is return address I spot, it goes into the trash.

Oh god while on the subject of hre injury my brain read "drilled into my head" and my immediate thought was OH GOD THAT POOR MAN.

But then I realized you were not swapping stories and that I am a dumbass. Carry on.