I haven’t had a job (other than a couple of three-monthers) since before my first kid was born.
This is the first year we haven’t qualified for reduced-price lunches.
We go to the movies about twice a year ourselves, when my sister will watch the kids AND we can afford it (a rare conjunction).
Last time I ate at an actual restaurant was back in May, and my husband couldn’t go because he was watching the kids (I went with a friend) - if Tark had gone, we would not have been able to afford his meal AND babysitting.
We have not been to an amusement park (we live quite close to two major parks) in three years - and that time was on free passes. (We’re going this Sunday, YAY! We have more free passes.)
I do not have a college degree. I’m a drop-out. If I went back to work I would lose approximately $200/week if you factor in full-day care for one kid, half-day for another, after-school for another, gas, work clothes, etc. Therefore, I don’t “work.” At least, not out of my house.
I have no friends within 200 miles I can go to visit easily (except for my sister) - because none of my local friends have kids.
I haven’t bought a new pair of trousers since 1997.
Gramma (Tark’s mom) took the kids out to get some new school clothes in August. Other than that and underwear, every stitch of clothes they own are either hand-me-downs or thrift. Same here. Same with Tark. I seriously can’t remember ever going to the actual store and buying him shirts OR trousers - and he works in a business-casual environment in which he definitely cannot wear jeans and t-shirts.
My daughter was born without the benefit of Medicaid, so we had to make monthly payments on her.
We cannot afford insurance for the family. Tark has it because if something happens to him, we’re SCREWED. But…my son fractured his wrist in baseball. We’re making payments on that. My other son contracted poison ivy and we had to confirm that was what it was. Payments. My daughter had strep. Payments.
We’re magically still making rent. Sometimes we have to rob Peter to pay Paul on the utilities. Our gas was cut off for a couple of weeks over the summer. We’ve had the water cut off before.
Magically…we’re all STILL ALIVE. And pretty HAPPY. And we have ENTERTAINMENT. My kids appear to love me. My husband and I still get along beautifully.
Sometimes it gets hard, but I don’t recall going to a PUBLIC ARENA and WHINING about ANY OF THIS - and if I had that kind of extremely poor taste and lack of judgement, I don’t think I’d dismiss out-of-hand the helpful words of people who actually HAD SOLUTIONS.
Which is why I feel justified in calling the OPer a waste of skin, an ungrateful cunt, a stupid bitch, I express my wish that if she does successfully reproduce that CPS DOES come in and evaluate her, because it will take a wake-up call from the FUCKING GOVERNMENT to penetrate the PERPETUAL FOG OF STUPID that encases her entirely fucking useless head. I sincerely hope that her baby is born HEALTHY, because if it has ANY SPECIAL NEEDS I feel that this SELFISH GODDAMNED ORTHO-NOVUM POSTER CHILD will do nothing but USE her child’s HANDICAP as another excuse to FUCKING WHINE ABOUT HOW MUCH IT INCONVENIENCES HER.
Therefore…eat my hot, steaming shit. I’ll even give you a spoon. Go ahead and eat up one of my lovely acidic, runny period shits, actually. Lick the bowl clean and wash it down with your own selfish, stinking bile, and choke on it, you fucking come-bubble.
She’s treating motherhood like a goddamned INCONVENIENCE.
I find that patently offensive.