I remember one time I had an informal work related sitting and my boss asked if I could come. I told him that I can’t because it’s my week to babysit the 2yo and he was “just bring him along, it’ll be fine.” So I took him along and then spent the rest of the night babysitting him because my child is a fucking force of nature. He doesn’t tire, he will go wandering, he will touch everything and he will throw anything he can get his hands on. So when his nap time came and I had to take him home my boss said “I don’t remember my children being that hard.”
And that’s when I understood that if you have no siblings you were a fucking menace as a child. Parents who have more children do so because they thought the first one wasn’t that bad.
I remember one time I had an informal work related sitting and my boss asked if I could come. I told him that I can’t because it’s my week to babysit the 2yo and he was “just bring him along, it’ll be fine.” So I took him along and then spent the rest of the night babysitting him because my child is a fucking force of nature. He doesn’t tire, he will go wandering, he will touch everything and he will throw anything he can get his hands on. So when his nap time came and I had to take him home my boss said “I don’t remember my children being that hard.”
And that’s when I understood that if you have no siblings you were a fucking menace as a child. Parents who have more children do so because they thought the first one wasn’t that bad.
Your boss also probably didn’t do as much of the child rearing.
That being said, I tend to try to push aside the tough times. They’re a given. I try to just remember the good times as best I can.