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I think at this point it's safe to say I really have no time for other moms. I think maybe I just don't get it maybe. I don't want to talk about Oskar all the time. He's awesome, but to other people you have to understand that your kid is honestly about as important as your pets. And you wouldn't talk about your pets all the time, would you?
I also don't get the constant documenting of your kids life. At his Gymboree classes the other parents are like fucking paparazzi. Which is super annoying and it also means that there are pictures of Oskar up on other people's facebooks (let's not kid ourselves, every fucking picture is going on fb). In fact you know what, take all the pictures you want. But fucking quit with the facebook. THE BABY LOOKS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY COME ON NOW.
I don't know, it just pisses me off. There is a woman I used to work for, who has recently had a baby and every fucking post is about a baby, or about not being able to do something because she has a baby, or how wonderful life is because she had a baby. It's disappointing. You can really love your kid and maintain your own identity. It's not like the minute the baby squirts out of you your name is legally changed to "Mom".
I dunno. Maybe I don't love Osk enough. Prepare for daily posts about his poo content and the fact that he is now taking steps while holding onto stuff (this last bit is true, actually).
I can summarize this post thusly: Everything breeds. Get over it.
I also don't get the constant documenting of your kids life. At his Gymboree classes the other parents are like fucking paparazzi. Which is super annoying and it also means that there are pictures of Oskar up on other people's facebooks (let's not kid ourselves, every fucking picture is going on fb). In fact you know what, take all the pictures you want. But fucking quit with the facebook. THE BABY LOOKS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY COME ON NOW.
I don't know, it just pisses me off. There is a woman I used to work for, who has recently had a baby and every fucking post is about a baby, or about not being able to do something because she has a baby, or how wonderful life is because she had a baby. It's disappointing. You can really love your kid and maintain your own identity. It's not like the minute the baby squirts out of you your name is legally changed to "Mom".
I dunno. Maybe I don't love Osk enough. Prepare for daily posts about his poo content and the fact that he is now taking steps while holding onto stuff (this last bit is true, actually).
I can summarize this post thusly: Everything breeds. Get over it.