I'm really not liking the "I wish parents didn't vent about their kids because I'd give anything to have one" vibe.
I don't care if people vent about their children. No problems with that. For me, it was more the way some of the venting was happening. It rubbed me the wrong way. Just like the type of thing I said rubbed you the wrong way, and other things that were said on here rubbed other people the wrong way. That's what happens when we're confessing things, no?
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Can't speak for Pippa, but I really didn't think you were judgey. I was just explaining this gal's reason for not drinking to help dispel some of the mystery So no worries (at least from me!)
Cool. The thing about it is that by saying it, I learned why some people here don't drink. And now it makes more sense to me.
I wasn't upset either. I just really don't like drinking and wanted to say why.
I don't care if people vent about their children. No problems with that. For me, it was more the way some of the venting was happening. It rubbed me the wrong way. Just like the type of thing I said rubbed you the wrong way, and other things that were said on here rubbed other people the wrong way. That's what happens when we're confessing things, no?
I don't care if people vent about their children. No problems with that. For me, it was more the way some of the venting was happening. It rubbed me the wrong way. Just like the type of thing I said rubbed you the wrong way, and other things that were said on here rubbed other people the wrong way. That's what happens when we're confessing things, no?
Did I miss when FFFC actually became flame free?
Flaming is expected, of course. Just defending the flaming that I did is all. Flame away.
I'm really not liking the "I wish parents didn't vent about their kids because I'd give anything to have one" vibe.
Ditto. That's akin to me saying I wish people wouldn't vent about the troubles of TTC because I wish I could be TTC.
Just because you don't have it and want it doesn't mean it doesn't suck sometimes.
Seriously. There are many things people will vent about that someone else will complain about because they don't have it. Just because someone has a child doesn't mean that they can't complain about their kid on a TTC board.
And not saying that anyone said this, but I have heard it before IRL: I fucking hate when someone tells someone who is having trouble TTC-ing a sibling that they shouldn't feel bad because "at least they have one."
So totally off topic, but that made me think about how everyone thinks Canadians say "Eh" at the end of all their sentences. Then that made me think of a shirt my H has.
Ditto. That's akin to me saying I wish people wouldn't vent about the troubles of TTC because I wish I could be TTC.
Just because you don't have it and want it doesn't mean it doesn't suck sometimes.
Seriously. There are many things people will vent about that someone else will complain about because they don't have it. Just because someone has a child doesn't mean that they can't complain about their kid on a TTC board.
And not saying that anyone said this, but I have heard it before IRL: I fucking hate when someone tells someone who is having trouble TTC-ing a sibling that they shouldn't feel bad because "at least they have one."
It still fucking hurts.
I get this, and maybe I should be on TTCAL instead of GKU if I want to avoid these kind of conversations. It's not everyone else's job to make TTC less sucky for me or for anyone else. Something about the way today's particular vent was expressed just irked me enough to say something.
...and (apparently) eating Cheerios off of the floor.
I feel like everything you said today about your parenting is my life exactly. I will gladly give DD another animal cracker if it means I can finish my meal or an email...ahem...GKU post. And it doesn't matter if it's off the floor if I vacuum and sweep everyday, right? All DD wants to do is watch nursery rhymes on youtube and screams if I try to distract her with something else. I'm picking my battles.
I forgot how to swing my arms while walking today.
I ran a few miles on the treadmill and during the cool down walk I could not figure out what to do with my arms! Thank god I wasnt chewing bubble gum. My head would have exploded.
I forget how to walk up stairs all the time. Something distracts me midstep and its like I have lost all muscle memory of how to gauge depth and coordinate my steps. It's terrifying for that fraction of a second...very similar to expecting the floor when there's really one step left.
I forgot how to swing my arms while walking today.
I ran a few miles on the treadmill and during the cool down walk I could not figure out what to do with my arms! Thank god I wasnt chewing bubble gum. My head would have exploded.
I forget how to walk up stairs all the time. Something distracts me midstep and its like I have lost all muscle memory of how to gauge depth and coordinate my steps. It's terrifying for that fraction of a second...very similar to expecting the floor when there's really one step left.
This is me way too often, especially considering the stairs in our home. Pretty much every morning, I've come to expect this to happen since I'm always going downstairs in the dark. I will hurt myself one of these days, I just know it.
S/O yesterday's "don't call me blank" UOs. I don't give a shit what people call me. My name has changed 4 times already in my life. It is not my identity. I am still me even if my name is "Boobie Penis Fucker".
My name's Kirstin, kur-s-tin, and I don't think I've been called the "right" name by anybody, ever (except DH). Never had a single teacher that would say it right, and have had people argue, in front of me, over which of their wrong ways is how to pronounce it. I now answer to Kristin, Christina, Christine, Kyrstyn... names are so overrated lol.
I just gave my 1 year old a catalog to rip apart so that I could hang out here for a few minutes.
I use a similar tactic with my dogs when I need to keep them occupied and out of my hair while I do something like clean the oven. I use rawhide chews, though, not paper.
The person that started last Friday at work was let go yesterday. She was dumber then a box of rocks and not retaining anything I was telling her. When they asked me yesterday what I thought of her I told them.
I then had to continue to try to train her for a couple hours before they let her go.
During that time I did inventory with her and basically told her where to write the numbers down instead of showing her.
I was so happy when she was let go. Means I have to do it again but I can get done in an hour what took her 5.
My last boss did this to me. We hired a contractor to help us get some stuff done. Two weeks in it was clear he wasn't working out - I was spending more time training him and smoothing the feathers he ruffled than I had been spending doing the tasks he had taken over. So my boss made a decision on a Tuesday, after consulting with his boss (who flew across country for a week long visit) to go ahead and fire him.
But he didn't actually do it until Thursday afternoon. And then told the guy he could finish out the week and asked me to handle the off boarding because he wasn't coming in the next day.
So much awkward. Luckily his boss (now my boss) stepped in and handled everything.
I just gave my 1 year old a catalog to rip apart so that I could hang out here for a few minutes.
I use a similar tactic with my dogs when I need to keep them occupied and out of my hair while I do something like clean the oven. I use rawhide chews, though, not paper.
...kinda wants to see if someone's FFFC is that they give rawhide chews to their kid.
I use a similar tactic with my dogs when I need to keep them occupied and out of my hair while I do something like clean the oven. I use rawhide chews, though, not paper.
...kinda wants to see if someone's FFFC is that they give rawhide chews to their kid.
I think I meant "lets" instead of "give". Like, the kid gets a hold of it, and right in the mouth it goes. I'm constantly cleaning everything at baby story time because of this.
S/O yesterday's "don't call me blank" UOs. I don't give a shit what people call me. My name has changed 4 times already in my life. It is not my identity. I am still me even if my name is "Boobie Penis Fucker".
My name's Kirstin, kur-s-tin, and I don't think I've been called the "right" name by anybody, ever (except DH). Never had a single teacher that would say it right, and have had people argue, in front of me, over which of their wrong ways is how to pronounce it. I now answer to Kristin, Christina, Christine, Kyrstyn... names are so overrated lol.
My name is pronounced Kay-lee. I'm the same way. Been called kail, Katie, Callie, collie, and all sorts of things. I answer to everything. I will spell my child's name phonetically bc of what I went through.
I use a similar tactic with my dogs when I need to keep them occupied and out of my hair while I do something like clean the oven. I use rawhide chews, though, not paper.
...kinda wants to see if someone's FFFC is that they give rawhide chews to their kid.
Well, I don't have a dog, so I'd have to go out and get a rawhide chew especially for my son. Which would be really weird.
He did eat cat food once before I could stop him...?
I use a similar tactic with my dogs when I need to keep them occupied and out of my hair while I do something like clean the oven. I use rawhide chews, though, not paper.
...kinda wants to see if someone's FFFC is that they give rawhide chews to their kid.
Okay, FFFC: one time, my kid stole my dog's raw hide chew and I took a picture before I took it away from her.
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