Post by Michele Zipp
Having kids is hard. And I don't mean birth, though that presents its own challenges. I mean actually having kids and living each day with them and your husband and trying to make everyone happy and surviving in harmonious chaos. There may be some days when there isn't a clean sock in the house and the floor is so dirty you could eat a meal off of it because there are bits of bread, pasta, and cheese among the Matchbox cars and missing dirty socks. There may be days when you think your husband wants out. Maybe that's why he works late or has taken up a hobby like rock climbing that is far too dangerous for the kids to tag along so he could find some solace away from the constant 'surprise' of poop underwear when you thought you've successfully potty trained. Maybe he just doesn't care if he falls off that cliff because he already feels dead. If any of these thoughts have crossed your mind, you're wrong. Your husband would be more depressed if you hadn't made him a father.![]()
Having kids is hard. And I don't mean birth, though that presents its own challenges. I mean actually having kids and living each day with them and your husband and trying to make everyone happy and surviving in harmonious chaos. There may be some days when there isn't a clean sock in the house and the floor is so dirty you could eat a meal off of it because there are bits of bread, pasta, and cheese among the Matchbox cars and missing dirty socks. There may be days when you think your husband wants out. Maybe that's why he works late or has taken up a hobby like rock climbing that is far too dangerous for the kids to tag along so he could find some solace away from the constant 'surprise' of poop underwear when you thought you've successfully potty trained. Maybe he just doesn't care if he falls off that cliff because he already feels dead. If any of these thoughts have crossed your mind, you're wrong. Your husband would be more depressed if you hadn't made him a father.