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That club sounds so much more effective than having a baby computer game for a week, but I would be shocked if fundies hadn't long since protested the existence of a club that admits teenagers actually have sex.
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I was glad I'd already dealt with it when I moved, and I saw the kids that had the robo-babies. They cry at random times, including wee hours of night, and you had a key you had to put into the back, turn, and hold til the crying stopped. There was a recorder inside that would show when crying occurred, for how long, and how long it took from the start of crying to when the key was put in and turned. It also tattled on dropped babies, temperature, improper carrying, all sorts of fun-ness.
05/26/09
It was a long-standing program and the whole town was in on it. If you weren't carrying your flour sack baby properly in the store all the moms would look at you scoldingly and somehow it would get back through the coffe-klatsch circuit to one of your teachers. If you left the baby with a "sitter" you had to pay them and get a note, upperclassmen were eager to tattle if they saw a baby unattended and the hospital next door to our school had set protocols for dealing with flour sack baby emergencies (yes, under certain circumstances you had to go to the ER and sit there for hours to get a doctor's note that your baby was ok).
Those flour sack babies got better care from their communities than most real babies in minority communities...but don't even get me started on that...bottom line, it's a great program.
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02/03/09
1. A lot of dads are great at Public Parenting. So whenever you have guests, they're the first to say "Let me clear the table darling" and "No - I'll put the baby to bed" and your guests are practically orgasming at how fantastic your husband is. What they don't know is when it's just you, him and babies, husband is watching telly, picking his nose and ignoring the fact the kids are starving and smell like a pigsty.
2. The stuff that mums do isn't (again) Public Stuff. A guy will say "Look - I put that shelf up" or "I cooked dinner" (never mind that the kitchen looked like the Seige of Stalingrad afterwards - that's just him being 'creative') But you remembering the Kids PE kit or their dental appointments - well you don't get kudos for that because it's not tangible - it's just this never ending series of thankless tasks. And never mind kudos, half the time you don't even get a thankyou.
3. You've done a full days work, remembered the dry cleaning, cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast and bathed the kids. He cooks dinner and leaves a right mess. You say, "I'll put the kids to bed. Will you clean up?" "But I cooked" he whines.
And you wonder why we're so angry??????
02/02/09
I nanny all day. I was there during 3 AM feedings. I love to play and cuddle and kiss her chubby cheeks. I even think changing diapers is kind of fun. She is the joy of my life, I couldn't imagine what life would be like without her...but now I don't want kids of my own.
I know the responsibility and the selflessness having kids takes, and I'm not sure I'll have that. For now, I'm content with the tiny dancer, and since I KNOW what it would be like to have a child, I don't have to wonder "What if..." or think that I want kids just because my clock is ticking too loud for me to hear anything else.
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02/01/09
Seriously.
I've never wanted children and this is simply one of the fifty eleven reasons why. I don't want life to be a constant struggle of negotiations at home. Negotiating with the little munchkin to get him/her to do what I say, negotiating with the hubby and constantly "nagging" (that's how most men see this type of communication) him to take on more parental responsibility...sorry I don't want a home life that resembles any of that.
Constant struggles, no thank you.
01/31/09
I suggest putting every task that has to be done into iCal or Outlook and asking the spouse if they have any preference over which *half* they will do.
This task would take about the same amount of time that one would spend ranting over the phone to an outside party.
Why use the old model of slow burn and sulk, with all of its dire and real health risks, when logic and technology (things men love) are waiting to bail you out.
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