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This is to the SUPER helpful 20-something that told me yesterday in the supermarket that I “shouldn’t be SO stressed with my three little girls because her brother works fulltime, has four kids and handles it just fine”. Well woo-fucking-hoo.
You know what you tiny, clean, non-pelvic-floor-compromised person GET FUCKED. Don’t judge me, until you have walked in my shoes you don’t get an opinion. I have kept three little humans alive. Plus, they even usually use their manners. Like yesterday when they didn’t tell you to mind your own goddamn business.
I have pushed three children (including one just under five kilograms) out my very own vagine. My body has fed them. My brain has taught them. My mind has nurtured them. My heart loves them. So, if I’m a little stressed you don’t know what got me to that point.
Your brother might be doing a fantastic job and good on him, but I am doing my goddamn best and some days we eat spaghetti on toast for dinner. Whoa! I know that must be devastating to hear to a judgmental know-it-all like yourself.
You know what, I get to wake up everyday and see what it is like to be loved by a tiny squad of people I made myself and you have EXACTLY no idea how good that feels.