What's messing with your groove?
#31021
Posted 23 May 2025 - 11:06 PM
Doing epically dumb shit like spending $1200 on a pair of thongs (flipflops for you heathens) should automatically trigger a sequence where 75-90% of your money is taken from you and given to people who will spend it more wisely.
Like drunken sailors.
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#richtok: Photo confirms shocking TikTok trend that’s emerging
A very normal-looking pair of rubber thongs have taken TikTok by storm due to their exorbitant four-digit price tag.
https://www.news.com...9fd703b73bf21c9
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There's plenty of examples of shit like this. They obviously don't need the money, other people do.
Like drunken sailors.
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#richtok: Photo confirms shocking TikTok trend that’s emerging
A very normal-looking pair of rubber thongs have taken TikTok by storm due to their exorbitant four-digit price tag.
https://www.news.com...9fd703b73bf21c9
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There's plenty of examples of shit like this. They obviously don't need the money, other people do.
"Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious." - Indomitable Courteous (Icy) Fist, The Palace Job - Patrick Weekes
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
#31023
Posted 26 May 2025 - 08:59 PM
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#31024
#31025
Posted 27 May 2025 - 04:43 AM
Luckily, and somehow, no one was killed but 27 injured.
Liverpool trophy parade some bastard drove a car into the crowd
Liverpool trophy parade some bastard drove a car into the crowd
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#31026
Posted 27 May 2025 - 06:34 AM
Macros, on 27 May 2025 - 04:43 AM, said:
Luckily, and somehow, no one was killed but 27 injured.
Liverpool trophy parade some bastard drove a car into the crowd
Liverpool trophy parade some bastard drove a car into the crowd
Yeah man no-one deserves that, glad there were no fatalities. The usual brain dead morons have started spouting their usual racist nonsense of course.
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You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#31027
Posted 27 May 2025 - 06:38 AM
How he can't be called a terrorist cause he be white no doubt
2012
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
"Imperial Gothos, Imperial"
#31028
Posted 27 May 2025 - 06:49 AM
Macros, on 27 May 2025 - 06:38 AM, said:
How he can't be called a terrorist cause he be white no doubt
Before all that was "I bet he's called Mohammed" and "we know what's happening but no one is willing to say it" etc
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#31029
Posted 30 May 2025 - 11:06 PM
Loretta "Hot Lips Houlihan" Swit died.
Man, she was great in M*A*S*H, a great show.
Man, she was great in M*A*S*H, a great show.
"Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious." - Indomitable Courteous (Icy) Fist, The Palace Job - Patrick Weekes
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
#31030
Posted 05 June 2025 - 07:29 AM
Dooblay-post.
A-Ha singer Morten Harket may not sing again after Parkinson’s diagnosis
The superstar behind one of the most iconic pop hits of all time is unsure he will ever sing again after Parkinson’s diagnosis.
https://www.news.com...ba3d424ea7032c1
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Damn.
At least he seems to be doing OK at the moment, he seems to have a good attitude so far.
I've just put on their greatest hits album - Headlines and Deadlines - and it's all killer, no filler.
A-Ha singer Morten Harket may not sing again after Parkinson’s diagnosis
The superstar behind one of the most iconic pop hits of all time is unsure he will ever sing again after Parkinson’s diagnosis.
https://www.news.com...ba3d424ea7032c1
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Damn.

At least he seems to be doing OK at the moment, he seems to have a good attitude so far.
I've just put on their greatest hits album - Headlines and Deadlines - and it's all killer, no filler.

This post has been edited by Tsundoku: 05 June 2025 - 07:29 AM
"Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious." - Indomitable Courteous (Icy) Fist, The Palace Job - Patrick Weekes
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
#31031
Posted 08 June 2025 - 10:41 PM
This is one of those adult questions I’m not clear on:
Sitcoms from the 90s made me think mixing whites and dark laundry would be a much bigger part of my life than it’s turned out to be. I do it all the time and nothing happens.
Is this problem solved with modern dyes, fabric, detergents etc or will I get caught out one day with the wrong shirt and sock combination.
Sitcoms from the 90s made me think mixing whites and dark laundry would be a much bigger part of my life than it’s turned out to be. I do it all the time and nothing happens.
Is this problem solved with modern dyes, fabric, detergents etc or will I get caught out one day with the wrong shirt and sock combination.
#31032
Posted 09 June 2025 - 01:22 AM
The white shirts or linens are definitely not staying as white if you're mixing the colors in the laundry. Your answer to the question of whether that matters to you determines how you do your laundry.
I have mostly dodged this by not having much in the way of pure white clothing.
I have mostly dodged this by not having much in the way of pure white clothing.
I survived the Permian and all I got was this t-shirt.
#31033
Posted 09 June 2025 - 05:53 AM
It's all fun and games til that one cheap new red sock gets washed for the first time, then... it's PINK TIME.
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#31035
Posted 09 June 2025 - 06:27 AM
amphibian, on 09 June 2025 - 01:22 AM, said:
The white shirts or linens are definitely not staying as white if you're mixing the colors in the laundry. Your answer to the question of whether that matters to you determines how you do your laundry. I have mostly dodged this by not having much in the way of pure white clothing.
Abyss, on 09 June 2025 - 05:53 AM, said:
It's all fun and games til that one cheap new red sock gets washed for the first time, then... it's PINK TIME.
In the KKK, the struggle is real. They need to stop mixing the uniform with the bright red trucker caps.
This post has been edited by Tsundoku: 09 June 2025 - 06:28 AM
"Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious." - Indomitable Courteous (Icy) Fist, The Palace Job - Patrick Weekes
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
#31036
Posted 09 June 2025 - 10:23 AM
The situation with my dad is getting more tedious and upsetting. Thanks in advance to anyone who reads this –it really is just a ramble.
I haven't forgotten those who raised that this could be an early sign of the onset of something like dementia, and I'm keeping an eye when I'm with him for any other signs of decline, but the more I listened to him last week the more I think it's social anxiety and loneliness (he makes frequent comments about having lost his confidence), but he absolutely will not do anything to address it. The problem is always everyone else.
I booked for us to go see Springsteen last week (I'm trying to build seeing him around positive experiences where possible, for both our sakes) and he was really excited in the build up.
Cut to the day and it was an absolute onslaught. The man just Will. Not. Stop. Talking. The lowest point for me was when we got back to the hotel after the concert, around half 11, and I noted at one point that he'd talked solidly for an hour with me largely replying with "Yeah" and "mmm" because I was exhausted (part drive to and attendance at the concert, part I'd been with him for eleven hours and he'd barely come up for breath) and most of what he was saying didn't really require a response of any kind. It felt horribly awkward/rude to me but I honestly couldn't say with certainty he even noticed if I was responding.
We had one minor moment of tension when in telling a long tangent story about my aunt's wedding (some 40 odd years ago) which he and my mum were not invited to, saying "Your mum being your mum, she wouldn't go" and I stopped him and asked him what he felt the rational response to not being an invited to an event was. He sidestepped it and said "well I wouldn't even have known what our reception would have been like if we did go" and then changed the subject when I pointed out he can hardly make out mum's response was anything less than reasonable then. I don't think there was really much malice in it, I think it's now just an ingrained reflex to have a dig at my mum whenever possible, and he gets cross when I call him out or challenge what he says.
On top of this, there's the using me as a sounding board/quasi-therapist. A couple of people haven't responded to messages recently, so he's overcooked this into them not wanting anything to do with him any more (god forbid most people have far busier lives than he does). He seemingly doesn't want encouragement or to be told alternative interpretations exist, he just wants to be told he's right and have his insecurity and paranoia confirmed. This included a very long deep dive into a long standing friend who has said they're busy the last couple of times he asked to arrange a meet up, which he did not at all appreciate me suggesting messaging again in a few weeks and maybe asking if she's okay, since this is out of character, and went on at some length about how he thought the friendship was strong enough that she'd tell him what he'd done to upset her and that she clearly doesn't want to see him. I think this insecurity is also feeding into the response of "no, who would I invite, loads of people live far away" when asked if he would like a gathering for his 70th at the end of the year (we had one for his 60th that was very well attended and he enjoyed himself a lot). I don't think the practicalities mentioned are the problem at all, I sense he's scared of people not wanting to come.
I think the saddest part really is that even in sharing something that should be so enjoyable, we have very little to say to one another. I don't get any sense he's interested in my life – any time I bring up anything I've been doing, or something to do with Mr NAB and I, he just reverts to whatever he was previously talking about or responds with a story about him (I appreciate the latter may be a misfiring attempt to relate, but in the wider context it's quite challenging to deal with). But he wants to tell me everything his friends kids are doing (most of whom I've never met and don't know at all) – particularly if they've done the same thing to a higher standard, oh boy can he not wait to tell me that. There was a point in the never ending talk where he said he likes to hear about friend's kids doing well "since you're not going to give me grandchildren." I think it was a mark of how worn out I was that I didn't blow up at that – I've been clear for the best part of two decades that I have no interest in having children and that I don't think my health would stand up to it regardless – there is absolutely no point at all in having a swipe at me about it now. There's also a severely autistic gentleman who frequents my dad's local pub and if my recent diagnosis is brought up, he starts with stories about him and what a burden he is on those around him. Gee.... thanks so much.
It's Father's Day in the UK at the weekend, and it would not be an exaggeration to say I am absolutely dreading it. The sole positive is Mr NAB will be with me and he has a knack for handling my dad quite gently.
Short version: my dad is getting worse, and I've come to the conclusion we now have very little to say to one another because I grow to be more of a disappointment as a daughter with every breath I take. Thanks goodness my mum thinks I turned out alright.
I haven't forgotten those who raised that this could be an early sign of the onset of something like dementia, and I'm keeping an eye when I'm with him for any other signs of decline, but the more I listened to him last week the more I think it's social anxiety and loneliness (he makes frequent comments about having lost his confidence), but he absolutely will not do anything to address it. The problem is always everyone else.
I booked for us to go see Springsteen last week (I'm trying to build seeing him around positive experiences where possible, for both our sakes) and he was really excited in the build up.
Cut to the day and it was an absolute onslaught. The man just Will. Not. Stop. Talking. The lowest point for me was when we got back to the hotel after the concert, around half 11, and I noted at one point that he'd talked solidly for an hour with me largely replying with "Yeah" and "mmm" because I was exhausted (part drive to and attendance at the concert, part I'd been with him for eleven hours and he'd barely come up for breath) and most of what he was saying didn't really require a response of any kind. It felt horribly awkward/rude to me but I honestly couldn't say with certainty he even noticed if I was responding.
We had one minor moment of tension when in telling a long tangent story about my aunt's wedding (some 40 odd years ago) which he and my mum were not invited to, saying "Your mum being your mum, she wouldn't go" and I stopped him and asked him what he felt the rational response to not being an invited to an event was. He sidestepped it and said "well I wouldn't even have known what our reception would have been like if we did go" and then changed the subject when I pointed out he can hardly make out mum's response was anything less than reasonable then. I don't think there was really much malice in it, I think it's now just an ingrained reflex to have a dig at my mum whenever possible, and he gets cross when I call him out or challenge what he says.
On top of this, there's the using me as a sounding board/quasi-therapist. A couple of people haven't responded to messages recently, so he's overcooked this into them not wanting anything to do with him any more (god forbid most people have far busier lives than he does). He seemingly doesn't want encouragement or to be told alternative interpretations exist, he just wants to be told he's right and have his insecurity and paranoia confirmed. This included a very long deep dive into a long standing friend who has said they're busy the last couple of times he asked to arrange a meet up, which he did not at all appreciate me suggesting messaging again in a few weeks and maybe asking if she's okay, since this is out of character, and went on at some length about how he thought the friendship was strong enough that she'd tell him what he'd done to upset her and that she clearly doesn't want to see him. I think this insecurity is also feeding into the response of "no, who would I invite, loads of people live far away" when asked if he would like a gathering for his 70th at the end of the year (we had one for his 60th that was very well attended and he enjoyed himself a lot). I don't think the practicalities mentioned are the problem at all, I sense he's scared of people not wanting to come.
I think the saddest part really is that even in sharing something that should be so enjoyable, we have very little to say to one another. I don't get any sense he's interested in my life – any time I bring up anything I've been doing, or something to do with Mr NAB and I, he just reverts to whatever he was previously talking about or responds with a story about him (I appreciate the latter may be a misfiring attempt to relate, but in the wider context it's quite challenging to deal with). But he wants to tell me everything his friends kids are doing (most of whom I've never met and don't know at all) – particularly if they've done the same thing to a higher standard, oh boy can he not wait to tell me that. There was a point in the never ending talk where he said he likes to hear about friend's kids doing well "since you're not going to give me grandchildren." I think it was a mark of how worn out I was that I didn't blow up at that – I've been clear for the best part of two decades that I have no interest in having children and that I don't think my health would stand up to it regardless – there is absolutely no point at all in having a swipe at me about it now. There's also a severely autistic gentleman who frequents my dad's local pub and if my recent diagnosis is brought up, he starts with stories about him and what a burden he is on those around him. Gee.... thanks so much.
It's Father's Day in the UK at the weekend, and it would not be an exaggeration to say I am absolutely dreading it. The sole positive is Mr NAB will be with me and he has a knack for handling my dad quite gently.
Short version: my dad is getting worse, and I've come to the conclusion we now have very little to say to one another because I grow to be more of a disappointment as a daughter with every breath I take. Thanks goodness my mum thinks I turned out alright.
This post has been edited by TheRetiredBridgeburner: 09 June 2025 - 10:35 AM
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#31037
Posted 09 June 2025 - 11:36 AM
Oof that's tough TRB, constant talking thing sounds draining. My son is like that but he's six and has a thirst for knowledge so is always desperate to tell us things he learns so it's very much an acceptable thing haha.
Your dad though. Kind of sounds a bit like he's trauma dumping and you're the recipient.
If I were you I'd plan something after the father's day visit (even something small like a takeaway with Mr NAB from your favourite place) so when you're dreading seeing him you at least have something to look forward to and keep you going.
As for what to do with your dad I don't know. There's no simple answer, and he doesn't seem the type to accept professional help... Feel free to keep venting here though all I can offer is an ear!
Your dad though. Kind of sounds a bit like he's trauma dumping and you're the recipient.
If I were you I'd plan something after the father's day visit (even something small like a takeaway with Mr NAB from your favourite place) so when you're dreading seeing him you at least have something to look forward to and keep you going.
As for what to do with your dad I don't know. There's no simple answer, and he doesn't seem the type to accept professional help... Feel free to keep venting here though all I can offer is an ear!
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#31038
Posted 09 June 2025 - 11:43 AM
That sounds like it's really hard to deal with, and I can honestly say I've been there. There's not much I can say beyond offering solidarity and support. Age and infirmities start to really pile up, and you're being a saint about it as far as I can tell.
The only thing I can say is that you take only what you can take, and then temporarily bail when it's too much for your sanity. Beyond that it sounds like your S.O. is blunting some of this for you, which is a great thing.
You're welcome to vent or rant to us, that's what we are here for!
The only thing I can say is that you take only what you can take, and then temporarily bail when it's too much for your sanity. Beyond that it sounds like your S.O. is blunting some of this for you, which is a great thing.
You're welcome to vent or rant to us, that's what we are here for!
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#31039
Posted 09 June 2025 - 12:30 PM
Tiste Simeon, on 09 June 2025 - 11:36 AM, said:
Oof that's tough TRB, constant talking thing sounds draining. My son is like that but he's six and has a thirst for knowledge so is always desperate to tell us things he learns so it's very much an acceptable thing haha.
Your dad though. Kind of sounds a bit like he's trauma dumping and you're the recipient.
If I were you I'd plan something after the father's day visit (even something small like a takeaway with Mr NAB from your favourite place) so when you're dreading seeing him you at least have something to look forward to and keep you going.
As for what to do with your dad I don't know. There's no simple answer, and he doesn't seem the type to accept professional help... Feel free to keep venting here though all I can offer is an ear!
Your dad though. Kind of sounds a bit like he's trauma dumping and you're the recipient.
If I were you I'd plan something after the father's day visit (even something small like a takeaway with Mr NAB from your favourite place) so when you're dreading seeing him you at least have something to look forward to and keep you going.
As for what to do with your dad I don't know. There's no simple answer, and he doesn't seem the type to accept professional help... Feel free to keep venting here though all I can offer is an ear!
QuickTidal, on 09 June 2025 - 11:43 AM, said:
That sounds like it's really hard to deal with, and I can honestly say I've been there. There's not much I can say beyond offering solidarity and support. Age and infirmities start to really pile up, and you're being a saint about it as far as I can tell.
The only thing I can say is that you take only what you can take, and then temporarily bail when it's too much for your sanity. Beyond that it sounds like your S.O. is blunting some of this for you, which is a great thing.
You're welcome to vent or rant to us, that's what we are here for!
The only thing I can say is that you take only what you can take, and then temporarily bail when it's too much for your sanity. Beyond that it sounds like your S.O. is blunting some of this for you, which is a great thing.
You're welcome to vent or rant to us, that's what we are here for!
Thank you both, I really appreciate it. Sometimes I have to write it down and read it back just to be able to go "Yeah.... this is bananas isn't it?"
A nice takeaway or something sounds like a really nice idea Tiste, and the weekend after we go away for two weeks so once I'm the other side of the weekend there is lots to look forward to.
There was a very telling moment yesterday when Mr NAB asked if dad was like this pre-Covid (we got together just before it all kicked off) and it struck me that I honestly can't remember the last time he wasn't like this. Covid certainly made him worse, as did a very sad run of deaths a couple of years ago when I think he was genuinely quite depressed, but I feel like he's been like this to some extent for a very long time and it's my tolerance that's shifted. When I was younger I would try a lot harder to facilitate his conversation and ask follow up questions even when I wasn't interested, whereas now I think years of that not actually resulting in better outcomes has worn me out and I don't do it to the same extent.
QT - the point about how much you can take. We do usually plan and time limit our visits, the Springsteen show was a bit of an outlier in that it was a long day and staying overnight as well, so I think it's probably got to me more than it usually does because of the length of time.
This post has been edited by TheRetiredBridgeburner: 09 June 2025 - 12:30 PM
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#31040
Posted 09 June 2025 - 01:00 PM
So we've been trying out different meds for our sons ADHD, and the first one didn't seem to do too much and his focus was still a little wild, and then second one was working for focus, but he still had a few emotional outbursts and seemed sad while doing events that should make him happy (like rides at the amusement park) so we asked to switch again, but then he tried this new type of med and he was on it for two days...day one he was up in the middle of the night with nightmares and we thought it was a one-off, but then on night 2 my wife was out of town and he came to me TERRIFIED. He said he heard a mans voice in his room, and footsteps, and noises in the walls. ...So I looked up this new med and the MAIN side effect on the mental side is auditory hallucinations. Like the Paediatrician didn't tel us this was possible? I'm a little annoyed. Anyways, the poor lad was so scared so I let him sit up with me a while and then asked if he would rather sleep on the inflatable mattress in his sisters room to have company and not be scared and he said yeah. So I set him up and his sister comforted him. I told him that I believed him in what he heard and that it was probably his meds and that I would make sure he'd never have to take those again. Then I sat on the stairs outside her room and wept. I felt HORRIBLE that we'd given him a medication that would produce these things and make him so scared in his own house, in his own room. I sat there for 2 hours to make sure he was okay and didn't wake up scared again until my wife came home, and she picked him up and brought him into our room to keep an eye on him while he slept.
Needless to say that we didn't re-administer that medication the next day. I'm so dejected by the search for the medication that will work and how some of them seem to work in some ways and not at all in others. This process is not easy on him, and it's not easy on us either. I just want him to be happy, and safe, and cared for.
Daughter goes for a psychoeducational evaluation (a comprehensive assessment of a student's cognitive, academic, and socio-emotional functioning) on Friday, she's more than a grade behind in reading and writing. This was recommended to us by more than a few teachers and administrators who work with her. So that's another thing to have to struggle through.
Some weeks parenting is way harder than even you'd think it is. It's super emotionally draining.
Needless to say that we didn't re-administer that medication the next day. I'm so dejected by the search for the medication that will work and how some of them seem to work in some ways and not at all in others. This process is not easy on him, and it's not easy on us either. I just want him to be happy, and safe, and cared for.
Daughter goes for a psychoeducational evaluation (a comprehensive assessment of a student's cognitive, academic, and socio-emotional functioning) on Friday, she's more than a grade behind in reading and writing. This was recommended to us by more than a few teachers and administrators who work with her. So that's another thing to have to struggle through.
Some weeks parenting is way harder than even you'd think it is. It's super emotionally draining.
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon