• i_stole_ur_taco@lemmy.ca
    131·
    4 hours ago

    I had a kid and suddenly all my money and free time evaporated.

    How does something so small make me go from one load of laundry a week to 2 a day??

    Where did the money go? I’m not buying much more.

    How the fuck is the sink full of dirty dishes? I literally finished the dishes 12 seconds ago.

    Why is everything sticky? What the fuck is on the ceiling?!?!

  • Arrandee@lemmy.worldEnglish
    142·
    4 hours ago

    Kids are little disease vectors that drain your life-force and murder your dreams.

    If you enjoy being broke, fat, tired, and boring, you should totally have kids. Come on, do it! Your friends and family just assume you’ll squeeze out one or two, you don’t want to disappoint them , do you?

  • Pudutr0n@lemmy.world
    7·
    5 hours ago

    I don’t have any kids and no complaints, but something tells me we’re going to have to revisit this thought when we’re above 80 years of age.

    • subverted_per@lemmy.blahaj.zone
      2·
      3 hours ago

      I dont expect to make it to 80 unless I somehow manage to survive my country losing world War 3 and stull having to go to work cause capitalists stole what little I had saved for retirement.

    • TachyonTele@piefed.socialEnglish
      7·
      4 hours ago

      I bet you’re right. Im dreading when my parents get Old and need assistance. I am in no way prepared for that.
      And then I’ll be alone when I get old. No kids to help me then.

      • Pudutr0n@lemmy.world
        9·
        4 hours ago

        So umm… Not to be a downer but,

        depressing stuff incoming. Don't read if you just wanna shitpost.

        my mom is currently in need of assistance for basically everything rn. She has something with no cure and that will only get worse.

        I’m not assisting all the time but I do get a day or two every week or two weeks. I usually tell her stories and sometimes sing to her. She’s still somewhat there… You can tell she’s listening to your story because her eyes show attention on the interesting parts. She sometimes mumbles/hums to songs she knew as a kid… But she isn’t fully there. She sometimes doesn’t respond to any external stimuli at all, sometimes with grimaces of pain. It can get ugly… And there’s also the part of her needing help with everything… Yes, everything.

        I’m just gonna say, the problem isn’t the ugly stuff or the gross stuff. You get past those the first few shocks. The problem is It’s a battle of endurance. You have to face the death of someone you love, but they haven’t died yet… So you can’t really grieve, but they’re not really there either so you can’t really be happy. It’s emotionally exhausting beyond anything I could imagine.

        I only do it a few days every week or other week and come back a complete wreck.

        So why do I mention this? Because after going through this for a few months, I talked about it with a friend and umm… we made a pact. I think it might be for the benefit of both of us and those we love. The inuit / ‘eskimos’ had the right idea, you know? All I’m gonna say. You get the picture.