Mediocrity at its finest

I love my child. Don't get me wrong. But more often than not, she whines, she cries when she doesn't get her way, she thinks I'm evil and treats me accordingly. I don't get it. She knows we don't have much money and can't do everything and she can't have everything she wants. And yet there's this air of entitlement. I've worked my ass off to instill good morals, give her more than enough chores, I'm not a "slack parent" but I'm not crazy strict. And I still get this shit attitude every day, no matter what I do. Parenting sucks. It is hard. My depression has reared its ugly head more since I became a mother, to the point where I'm suicidal. I stay up and night and cry, wondering what I'm doing wrong and what I can do better. And the worst part is, I know it won't get any easier as my daughter gets older. I wouldn't change my life (except maybe like finances) for anything, but can society cut the shit and stop acting like parenthood is the pinnacle of existence? Because it's hard, it's infuriating, it's draining, speckled with a good day few and far between. And no matter how much you try to cherish those good days, there's still this sense of overwhelming dread because you know it'll go right back to shit as soon as that little head of theirs hits the pillow

I'd also tell her that pizza pops change their recipe at some point and to save money and stock the fuck up because they are SO disappointing now

Me: also lets stay up super late and do the cyclical thinking about all the bad things while it's dead silent oooooo fun fun

DON'T Y'ALL FUCKING WANT A PREHISTORIC PENGUIN HOBBLING AROUND. They're just 250 pound angry sausages and if you train them well enough, you could ride them around in winter, sled down hills and they could whippity whap your enemies and leave massive shits on things.

Did anyone else have these dogs as a kid? So mad I got rid of mine. Could have stashed weed in this bad boi

Myself. I let this happen.