I’m convinced that the only way I’ll feel better at this point is if someone chops off my head.
This is the first time in about eight months that I’ve called into work because I just can’t do it. I woke up feeling like something was trying to simultaneously strangle me and step on my head. I feel like that’s a good enough reason to skip out on sandwich hell today. So I’m going to drink all of the tea and watch all of the Netflix and spend way too much time on the Internet.
You’ve been warned.
Why do my younger mommy friends get so angry when I say something about not wanting kids? I’m not saying you shouldn’t have had them! I’m just saying I don’t want them.
I know it’s supposed to be the American dream to get married and start a family, but that isn’t my dream. I am happy being “aunt Claire” and spending a few hours shoving affection at your kid. Just don’t make me feel like a bad person for not wanting one of my own.
*i literally can’t say anything on Facebook about not wanting children without SOMEONE having to point out how having children is the only dream you’re ever allowed to have.