I got my toddler this book about garbage collectors from the library. It’s a totally normal book until the last page, which features a shirtless man. I’m pretty sure he’s not a real garbage collector guys.
I’m a lawyer who works from home while watching my toddler. I’ve been doing this since my toddler was born. My spouse also works from home and we split up the day as needed and work at night once our toddler is asleep.
It’s been hard but so worth it. And this week, I won a major case I was leading. I wrote the motion, reply, and prepared for the hearing, all while watching my toddler. My kid is also thriving—they are social, intelligent, empathetic, and very active. I know a lot of people say that you can’t watch your kid and do good at your job, but that’s just not true. You can do both, depending on your circumstances.
I’m currently watching Widow’s Bay, and the humor reminds me a lot of Buffy (and Cabin in the Woods). I think Katie Dippold (the show runner) would have nailed the Buffy reboot, if given the opportunity.
Anyone else see the similarities?
You know how Acosta has been tasked with going through the storage items to find clues about the MiY? I don’t think she’s going to find anything about the MiY from his last visit, but I do think she’s going to find a picture of a woman wearing the same dress Sophia wore when she came to the town. I think this clue will help everyone realize the Sophia is the MiY, or at least that she’s been lying about who she is all along.
I am not sure if this is the right place but I need to vent so here it goes. I didn’t have the easiest childhood. My mom was incredibly controlling and verbally abusive and I would get in trouble all the time, for the most arbitrary and minor things. My dad was emotionally absent. He didn’t care as long as my mom wasn’t mad at him.
I moved across the country with my boyfriend (now husband) as soon as we graduated undergrad, when I was 22. I’m now 35 and still living across the country. My husband and I like it here. We have great jobs, a happy life, a beautiful and amazing son (almost 2), and another baby on the way. It’s a VHCOL area so we don’t have a house, but we’d like to be able to afford one here in the next 5 years.
My mom was very excited and supportive when she found out I was pregnant. She had been urging us to have kids for years, despite telling her that we had our reasons for waiting. We had our first at the best time for us, not because she told us to.
I didn’t want anyone to visit when my son was born. I wanted some time to figure out how to be a mom, and I didn’t want anyone to disturb our little family. She was really upset about this, crying on the phone because she wanted “her picture on the hospital chair.”
My mom and dad visited for the first time when my son was 6 weeks. They stayed one and a half days because she was worried about her elderly dog. I should note here that my mom works for an airlines, has a ton of seniority, and flies standby.
The next time they visited was when my son was 5 months. Because my maternity leave was ending and she said “he needed to get used to not being around his mother.” They stayed for one and a half days because she was worried about flights.
They visited again for my son’s first birthday for two days and haven’t been back since. I encourage them to come out every couple months and she always has a bullshit excuse. My mom and dad don’t do anything. I mean that quite literally. They just go to work, and my mom online shops and cleans the house. My dad watches tv and plays games on his phone.
She recently called me, crying on the phone, because she’s missing out on her “second chance.” She has toys for him at her house, even though we never asked her to get them and we’ve only been to her house twice with him. According to her, she’s a better grandmother than others who don’t have toys at their house (she visited a friend’s condo who has grandkids and didn’t have toys out in her house—that’s what spurred this insane convo). While it’s very nice that she’s bought toys for him, she’s still an absent grandparent. This isn’t her “second chance” at being a mom, it’s her first and only chance at being a grandmother and she’s failing.
She’s refusing to take accountability and instead blames me for moving away. I asked her why she doesn’t visit if she wants a relationship with her grandson so badly, and she said it’s stressful to visit because she doesn’t like the state we live in and the trips are too short. We’ve always encouraged her to stay for longer, but she’s always the one that comes up with an excuse to leave. I am at a loss. If she wanted to see her grandson more, she could.
I think the most frustrating part of all this is she refuses to acknowledge that she’s responsible for being absent in my son’s life. Instead, she’s blaming me for moving to a different state. Where we’ve lived for the past 13 years.
Is anyone else in the same position? How are you doing?