tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184647318869347683.post5324106472093449598..comments2023-04-01T05:42:19.814-07:00Comments on Raising Weirdos: The absolute, definitive, worst part about being a parent.~Ashley~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11433473500317649545noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184647318869347683.post-53660096003291984512017-07-18T15:45:39.783-07:002017-07-18T15:45:39.783-07:00Cute. Thanks for the encouragement to endure.
Al...Cute. Thanks for the encouragement to endure. <br />Also, I can't believe how much food is under the table once we ended up giving away our dog. I knew she was a food vacuum cleaner, but wow, never realized how much she really was. Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16553376626559093210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184647318869347683.post-65132958660055074482017-07-16T04:36:56.974-07:002017-07-16T04:36:56.974-07:00We have 10 kids and you described our first 13 yea...We have 10 kids and you described our first 13 years of dinner. Maybe dinner time is special for people who don't look their kids in the eye ALL day long and people who order takeout pizza. If you insist on cooking quinoa, because it is nutritious and isn't that the point, then you are going to have to accept that everyone is going to insult your cooking and you are supposed to smile and endure. Yes, somewhere in steps 1-13 they broke me as well. I admittedly hate meal time. Like you I cook the food. I call 10,000 times and am rewarded with barf noises. It is amazing! Fast forward... endure the whole little people thing and one day there are 7 teens around your table reading Chuck Norris jokes off their phones til we all cry. (While chewing spinach and fish with their mouths closed.) parenting is 90% endurance and 10% moments of bliss so sweet you want to pin them up like fragile little butterflies so you can show everyone how amazing this is. Endurance sister. On a side not rice everywhere. How does it even happen. We had a dog just for clean up. He lived out side. As soon as meals were over I opened the door and he did the floors for us. He got to where he would just let himself out as soon as he was done. Even he couldn't handle our chaos. Thanks for sharing your reality. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00983603227355180821noreply@blogger.com