Friends… a long post. But worth it. Let’s stop this competition of “whose life is worse and whose struggles are worse” because is that really what we want to be sharing? Let’s share our joys and triumphs and rejoice with one another. Let’s feel joy.
Alright, I won’t rehash what I wrote yesterday.
I entered into the octagon and found myself in a Parenting Death Match. The “who has it harder, whose job is tougher, who’s busier, who’s more important, who sleeps less, eats less, has less downtime, and less fun” competition. The “whose life is more miserable, because a miserable life is more important and compelling than a joyous one” contest.
That thing where we see who can beat their chest and play their violin the loudest.
That thing. That thing where we argue about whether dads have it tougher than moms, or moms have it tougher than dads, or Stay at Home moms have it tougher than working moms, or parents have it tougher than non-parents, or I have it tougher than you, or he than her, or her than him, or my dog than your dog, etc, etc, and so forth.
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