u/Aggressive_Home8724

This happened a little while ago but it still lives rent free in my head. I was taking my baby son to the eye doctor and in the waiting room with him and my husband. It was dead silent, just us and the 2 receptionists. All of a sudden the door is practically kicked in by a boomer patient coming to check in. He storms in, goes up to the desk and gives his name for check in, screaming of course. They ask a couple questions about his current address and insurance. He answers and then shouts "DO YOU NEED TO KNOW MY PRONOUNS TOO? I GO BY HE HIM IF THAT MATTERS"! Obviously being sarcastic. The receptionist just said "ok" and gave him a smile like she was half confused and half annoyed.

They called him back almost immediately to do a preliminary eye exam in a small room at the front. He sat down, telling the technician again, very loudly, that "if she needs to know pronouns, it is he/him". Also confused, they just said "ok". He then went on a rant about how people can identify as a copy machine or a printer these days and maybe next time he comes back, he'll identify as a cat. They called him back to see the doctor, he was in there for maybe about 10 minutes max and stormed back out saying he was done and asked if he needed to check out. The receptionist said he was all set and he ended with a very unnecessary "maybe I'll come up with a whole new gender identity next time I come in!" and slammed the door open to leave. I'm assuming to return to his man cave to watch more Fox News.

I can't imagine living a life that would allow me to get worked up over pronouns like that for god knows what reason. It was so strange, it just pops in to my head from time to time and I still think it's wild.

ETA- He also looked at our son on his way out and said "he's cute. it is a he, right?? for now at least". 🙄

My son is 13 months old. He's my world. It took me three years, a couple surgeries and a lot of medical scans and testing to get pregnant. Being a mom has always been my dream. Postpartum was very difficult for me but I show up 110% for my son, always. I work full time from home but structure my breaks around his meal times and hang out with him from the minute I'm off work to when he goes to bed. Then I do the chores around the house. I love it. I live for being a mom.

I woke up today to no card, no flowers no "happy mother's day". He saw I was upset and said we'd go to lunch. It was an afterthought. Not a plan. He ate his lunch while I fed our son. He had to start getting ready for work so I took my lunch to eat at home. He didn't have time to get me a card or flowers, he works too hard. He's too tired. I complain too much.

He couldn't wake up an hour earlier for mother's day but he's at every pokemon card drop and card show within a moments notice. His friends want to meet up to go to the gym? He drops everything to make it. But it's my fault, It's because I'm never happy and I always complain, according to him. I should just be happy anyway.

Moms, we work harder than anyone. The physical load, the mental load. The load of our work lives and all the emotions that come with motherhood.

I hope you all woke up to handmade cards, flowers, or even just words of appreciation for all you do. You deserve it. We all do. No one deserves to be crying into a mediocre salad today.