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Et des aînées ! Été à Nador chez la famille de mon père et une tante me dit demain qd tu fais les petits déj des enfants oublie pas mon fils peut pas manger de sucre mdr pcq tu croyais qu’en vacances j’allais me lever à 7h pour faire le petit déj d’enfants que je connais pas ?
Il a 40 ans de carrière en étant le chanteur le plus connu de France, y a jamais eu une seul photo de lui qui montrait sa religion, un mois dans la sauce judiciaire et il a sorti le disque de platine direct mdrrrrrrrrrrrr
After giving birth, I was struggling to sit down without pain.
I asked my husband if he could take over nighttime diaper changes for a few days.
He said, “Women have been having babies forever.”
I replied, “And?”
He looked confused.
As if the existence of millions of previous births somehow made my stitches hurt less.
That was the moment I realized some people hear pain as information, and some hear it as an inconvenience.
my mom called on friday night and asked if she could take my 5-year-old daughter to the park on saturday morning at 10 a.m. just for a "quick swing session."
she explicitly told me, "make sure you stay home and relax, you look so tired."
i didn't sleep at all that night because the baby was teething, so i was literally crying tears of gratitude.
my husband and i spent the morning sleeping in, eating cold pizza in bed, and completely resetting our sanity.
around 2:00 p.m., i realized they’d been gone for four hours. there wasn't a set return time, but the park is five minutes away.
i called my mom to ask if i should come pick her up.
the phone rings, and all i hear in the background is massive cinematic bass, popcorn crunching, and loud music.
my mom whispers: "we aren't at the park. we're at the movie theater watching the new Disney release.
she wanted a large Icee so we got one. don't call me again, we're going to the toy store after this. go watch a show or something. bye."
she literally didn't even ask permission.
turns out she had a full-day itinerary planned since wednesday and deliberately lied about the park just so i wouldn't "interfere with their girl's day."
i’m currently sitting on the couch while my kid is getting completely hyped up on sugar and plastic by a woman who used to ground me for breathing too loud.
grandparents are a completely different breed of criminal.
Déjà c'est pas EVARS mais EVAR en petite section. Et perso quand mon fils revient et m'explique que "la maîtresse a dit, les adultes font pas de bisous sur la bouche des enfants. Ils touchent pas les fesses", dans le contexte actuel, je trouve ça TRÈS BIEN