Via Scary Mommy — Motherhood: The Big Fat Fuck YouThis is pretty much exactly how I fear I would parent (at least without copious therapy), and it’s a big part of why I don’t. There’s a larger parenting post rattling about in my drafts. I’ll have to finish it. It’s been on my mind a lot lately.
Personally, in the hypothetical universe where you had kids, I think you’d be more like this: (skip the first part, get to the anecdote that features the phrase “You’re lucky you’re my children, if anyone else treated me like you do, I would lay them out.”) You’d save the profanity and tirades for your blog. 😉
Disclaimer, because internet does not convey tone: none of the above is meant to in any way undermine/2nd guess your decision on the kids issue. Carry on sticking to your guns.
Aw, thanks. I think it’d be a gamble. I could be awesome. But I could be terrible.
Oh my God, that post you linked to absolutely nails it. For the record, I think every parent loses their shit occasionally in one way or another, and that woman was really brave to admit it in public. I’m not going to read her comments, because internet comments usually raise my blood pressure, but I’m sure some people raked her over the coals for that post.