As a former nursery teacher, I always found it uncomfortable that unemployed parents would drop their toddlers off for the 15 free hours, while working mothers were spending half their income on childcare and crying at handover because they had no other choice.
Bf brought me to get wings and margaritas, took me out dancing, and then said “after this drink let’s go home and restart Desperate Housewives” I feel like a dog that’s about to be put down