I just, wow, I really don't get it. I am in awe of parents and caretakers. This is not to disparage parents, I just feel more like an awful person and Mr. Burns style inhuman, unfeeling type of thing.
You're in my brain. And you aren't (WE aren't) Mr. Burns. We're people who realized that parenthood is not the right thing for us. And it's a great good thing when people who aren't suited for parenthood are able to realize that and not cave to family/societal pressure (especially as women).
I deeply admire my friends and family who are parents. It's a wonderful thing to see (flea's family comes to mind -- I love watching flea and her DH with Casper and Dillo). But I'm also infinitely grateful that I realized I should never be a parent.
My job as a parent is to get them to *mostly* not be an asshole when they are adults.
I think this is a good plan.
But I'm also infinitely grateful that I realized I should never be a parent.
Right there with you. I love my goddaughters to bits, my friends' kids are delightful, but I am very, VERY glad I'm not responsible for any of them 24/7.
I just hate thinking that my own niecephews are not delightful at all.
Signed, I am currently hiding in my room and trying to summon the courage to go out there and engage with them.
Just as blood is no guarantee that your siblings and parents are uplifting people to be around, it doesn't make the allegedly cute members of the family a joy to be with.
OMG, so much whining and yelling.
(Sorry for my own whining, I'm just trying to get it out here so I don't snap).
My friends kids-in theory I like them. But, they are still in the stage where they have no real empathy and it is all about them. Luckily, I am not the parent,so I just find their attempts to manipulate the world
kind of funny.
Nothing infuriates me more about kids than whining. Not even the sociopathic gleam in their eye when they deliberately do something bad and grin at you.
They're probably not always assholes, just not finished yet.But that doesn't mean you have to find it amusing when they do dickish things.(when my half=brother Adam was little, and would act up when we were all out together, stepmonster would blame me...that's mean, right?) Considering I didn't give the kid a sharpie& kazoo and a cup of coffee...maybe I should have, we're all estranged anyway!
My go-to with whining is to announce with cheerfulness as soon as it starts that I actually can't hear whining. So, any time it starts, a couple of "What? Did you say something?" ends it quickly.
