A rant. Two rants.
One. When I complain about my children and parenting, do NOT tell me “Well, you had them! You don’t get to complain about it!”
Excuse me? So… When your transmission goes out, do I get to tell you “Well you bought the car! You don’t get to complain about it!” Or the house. Or taking care of your elderly parents? No. Of course not. So when this parenting gig gets tough, I’m gonna complain. ‘Cause I’m human. ‘Cause they’re human. And because I must vent before my wee little head pops straight off my body.
Two. When I complain about my children and parenting, do NOT tell me, “You actually have children, so don’t complain. Do you know how many infertiles there are out there who would kill for the children you’re complaining about?”
Um. Yeah. I do. I was one thanks. Got two up in heaven thanks. Their misfortune and pain (and trust me – their pain is extreme) and my complaints have absolutely nothing to do with each other. And guess what… They have their own complaints. Their infertility treatments, trying each each month, or the adoption process all have their very own issues, pain, complaints both large and small. And you know what? That has nothing to do with the problems I have in parenting.
The bottom line is this. I’m raising two kids with special needs. It’s hard. If I have to vent, and you have a problem with it? Go away. I’m not forcing you to be here. You see, there’s a limit. If you come here – I’m talking about ME. If I were to visit an infertile’s blog, I would NEVER complain about my kids in her comments. It’s just rude – ’cause I’m at HER place. The flip side, is I would never expect someone to come to MY blog and “complain” about how hard it is to get their child into the gifted program. ‘Cause then I might have to shove Joseph’s IEP up their ass. You see? My place.
So, now go to your own place and complain about me there.
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