DarkSkies

Thanks. Not in a creepy way.

And congrats to your daughter. Hope she continues to do well as she enters her adulthood.

ladyislingering

How do you deal with that? Watching children in public makes me nervous because most of the time their parents are so inattentive, always thinking that it's the employees' responsibility to stop their little snotlings from falling out of shopping carts, running into things, destroying displays, etc.

Then there are the outstanding parents who have children that know well enough to sit their asses down, be quiet, not grab at things, and behave themselves. But those are so rare these days.

I've met a few delightful children at work (one the other day was telling me about how much she loved kitties, and that was nice) but most of them are always seconds away from erupting into a shrill, hellish screaming tantrum worthy of taking 9 xanax and stabbing myself in the uterus until I know it's beyond repair.

However parents deal with their children (especially if they're ill-behaved) is completely beyond me. I'm fine spending the rest of my life peelings cats off of kitchen counters (but only if there's a danger to them being there) and cleaning up the occasional hairball. I don't cringe over cat turds - they bury them, and they don't really smell or look disgusting when you clean the litter box.

Children, on the other hand ... my lord ...

When my sister was a baby, she actually shit up her entire back. Somehow. Just ... shit, everywhere. Shit up to her neck.

No thanks.

There is some sort of masochistic bravery that must come with being a parent.

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DarkSkies

Well, my little one is only 8 months, and hopefully she will become one who knows how to behave in public. That's the goal I'm aiming for.

And mine crapped up her back and stomach. I had to just hose it all off in the sink and spend a long time then disinfecting the sink. But you deal and manage. I did wish I had a spare set of hands on that one.

I teach middle school as well, so I know many children that are just obnoxious terds. The only solace I have to say there is you feel completely different if they're your own. Every booger I pick of hers just seems like my booger. Gross, but a necessity if I don't want her to be the booger kid at daycare.

To each their own though. Enjoy life. If you get that from kids or a sweet cruise doesn't really matter. I say if anyone tries to tell you that they think you should have kids, tell them you sure hope they didn't have kids, for society's sake.

ladyislingering

Good. Parents need to be more like actual parents and not just people who managed to breed. In the CF community there is a distinction between a parent and a breeder - parents are good people with (generally) good children. Breeders are the ones with the 8 screaming monkeys and no control in sight.

If only children could live in tanks, like goldfish, with little filters for poop or whatever. It's a shame they haven't got gills.

I laughed so hard at "I don't want her to be the booger kid at daycare" Every group of kids has a "booger kid", good on you for saving her from eternal boogerface.

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ladyislingering

or this guy. they literally named him "fat blue".

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DarkSkies

I'm trying to make her cool as possible.

And if you can invent a baby poop filter, I'll be your first customer!

Cheese

Kids aren't everyone's cup of darjeeling. It annoys me greatly when friends with kids visit and they let the little turds get into everything and I get told "well it's hardly our fault your house isn't child friendly"

Hello! I don't have kids so it doesn't need to be. Here's a thought.Maybe if you exercised more discipline it wouldn't happen

ladyislingering

She'll have an impressive record collection by age 5 and recite Shakespeare at the drop of a cookie.

They make baby-leashes; I don't see why they can't make baby habitats that keep them clean and not smelly.

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ladyislingering

Exactly! It's not your fault their idiot parents couldn't bother to teach them basic manners. My father grew up in a home where children were seen, and not heard. His mother was a real stickler for etiquette, and you bet your ass that followed into my own childhood.

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Cheese

Likewise. If I so much as looked at something the wrong way I'd get a whack and a telling off