My housemate is sick which means the whole house is sick and everyone we come in contact with will get sick.
It’s not surprising since my housemate runs a family daycare.
My housemate is sick which means the whole house is sick and everyone we come in contact with will get sick.
It’s not surprising since my housemate runs a family daycare.
The amazing Juliewashere posted a new blog here asking her readers what they regret the most about being childfree. I thought I would respond with my own answer. My answers are strickingly simialiar to hers becase – we’re childfree by choice, a choice which isn’t made lightly and while some people regret their choices, you’d be hard pressed to find a childfree person that has interacted or grown up around children who regrets their choice to be childfree. Brace yourselves – sarcasm is coming.
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In my experience being childfree and gay is slightly different to being childfree and straight based on the anecdotal evidence from childfree straight friends.
The number one thing I’ve learned as a childfree person is that people who are insecure about their choices to raise children don’t like our childfree status and never will.
The wonderful lovelies over at the Hiking Humanist and The Golden Coathanger have done me a wonderful thing and guest blogged my post on Mummy Martyrs. Check them out here and here.
Disclaimer: The below opinions are my own and do not reflect the opinions of the wider communities in which I identify with. If you feel the need to generalise my opinions to those wider communities, then you have just proven you can’t read this disclaimer nor understand its contents. As always, feel free to comment and share the blog post with your friends, families and enemies.
Note: This post only applies to parents that exhibit these behaviours – not all parents. I cannot stress this enough. Feel free to share my posts with everyone.
We all know people in general can be annoying. People can be tactless and insulting without realising it.
Today the people I’m talking about are parents.
Disclaimer: The below opinions are my own and do not reflect the opinions of the wider communities in which I identify with. If you feel the need to generalise my opinions to those wider communities, then you have just proven you can’t read this disclaimer nor understand its contents.
Reminiscing on my Facebook this morning got me into the mood to write. I mentioned on my Twitter that I was feeling crappy. I’m feeling a little less shit than I was earlier. I’ve eaten rice, been startled (again) in the mirror because I’m not used to having blonde hair and have had a cat throw up on me.
Now that, that’s out of the way – on with the show.
Today’s grump tie’s in with this post on hypocrisy within the queer community except with a not-so-surprising twist – I’m extending it to apply to everyone.
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