Parenting

Little things, everything would annoy me. I couldn’t keep it down. I lost my temper, over and over. I felt the strain of it all, the sheer exhaustion of parenting two young kids. But it was more than that. This anger was reminiscent of something buried deep within me. A piece of my past that I’d buried down so far I didn’t even know it was there anymore.

Here's the truth about nice boys and sexism.

I am alone.

Based on my experience, I can tell you with confidence that there exists a list of perfectly reasonable ways to cope with that endless stream of bullshit that your kids are pumping out on the regular. None of this stuff is going to bring you the blessed satisfaction that comes with screaming out all your favorite swear words while you tear off your clothing in a fit of rage and flush yourself down the toilet, but until such a time arises, this list will at least provide some healthy alternatives to deep-diving through your city’s sewer system when you need relief most.

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

There is NO RELATIVITY. My children are objectively the worst sleepers of any children in the history of ever.

While I knew I was lucky to have everything I’d worked for—family, a new apartment, financial stability — I also knew that I had never felt so lonely.

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