Yesterday at work, my friend and her co-workers were discussing childbirth and babies. Some had experienced natural childbirth and others c-sections. Some had breastfed, while others used formula and bottles. It was a pleasant exchange of differing experiences, all of which resulted in healthy and happy babies. Out of nowhere, another co-worker implanted herself into the conversation. She started giving advice on childbirth, breastfeeding and child rearing, even though she is 50-years-old and has never birthed or raised a child. Say what?! This woman questioned the mother’s choice in diapers, formula and attempting natural childbirth without batting an eyelid.
Two thoughts come to mind:
- Getting parenting advice from someone with no children is like getting dental advice from someone with no teeth!
- THROAT PUNCH!
How do you decide who cleans up the projectile diarrhea your son had all over the bathroom? Rock, paper, scissors of course! You won, congratulations! Your hubby will be cleaning up poop for the next hour while you take a bubble bath. Not so fast…when you emerge in your pj’s 30 minutes later, your husband has bribed your teenage son to do it for $50. No shit (pun intended)!
“The moment when you want to puke in your own car because your son took a sh*t at the doctor’s office and they don’t accept soiled diapers. Gucci purse, meet sh*tty diaper!”