“I started college this year. I cried in my dorm alone as soon as my parents left.”
While being with a person who has a child would seem like one was “continuing some other father’s (or mother’s) saved game”, once you really do fall in love, none of that shit really matters.
Real parents on what it takes to get the peace and quiet they crave.
Recently my Facebook feed has been blowing up with an article titled, “6 Reasons My Husband and I Probably Won’t Make It To Your Event, and Why We Don’t Want You To Take It Personal.”
When I first began nannying I figured it’d be a piece of cake but little did I know that I would become well versed in Doc McStuffins and be cleaning up bodily fluids that only my nursing friends had experienced.
The stupidest of the stupid have found their way onto Facebook.
So we were just like our older generation, slaves to the hushed tones and idle whispers between neighbors while at the line in the deli or at the Post Office.
“Is this a feminism thing?”
Sometimes when I’m lying in bed in the morning, I picture my door opening and a little one barreling towards me, leaping onto my lap. She’s in her footed PJs, hair still a mess from her dreams.
‘When I was your age, I wasn’t worrying about turning 30.’