I kind of hate how much people complain about parenting/being parents/their children. It’s like you’re expected to bitch about how hard it is and how much it sucks. I certainly see how things about having children are less than ideal, but I for one really, really enjoy it. And I am NOT one of those Pollyanna types who…
How about when you get it over your head justfar enough to FUCKING MUFFLE YOURSELF. And have to kick the wall for help?
I was trying on shoes and one got stuck... I really did force it on there, I dunno why because they were hideous. But I panicked and decided the only thing to do was to shove the matching shoe on my other foot and buy them, insisting on wearing them out of the store. When I got home, I had to tear a bit of stitching…
Okay, but the stark, piercing terror of realizing you’re stuck in a piece of clothing or you can’t get it on correctly is real. You haven’t felt shame until you have to plaintively caterwaul for help from the super cheerful fitting room attendant because you’re trapped in a dress. I’m sorry, Anthropologie sales girl.…