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I hate dropping my kids off at childcare. They cry when I leave and I feel like I’m turning my back on them. I want to have them at home but I can’t give them the attention they need and work at the same time.
I hate this performance meeting I have coming up. The way it makes me feel and it’s such a big deal over something so small. No one has been hurt and the business hasn’t even lost money. There are things I could do better but everything feels so insignificant in comparison.
It really bugs me how I never see my MIL in the morning when we’re getting the kids ready. We live in the same house and she knows the schedule, why do I never see her when we’re trying to wrangle two kids out the door before work?
I hate dropping my kids off at childcare. They cry when I leave and I feel like I’m turning my back on them. I want to have them at home but I can’t give them the attention they need and work at the same time.
I hate this performance meeting I have coming up. The way it makes me feel and it’s such a big deal over something so small. No one has been hurt and the business hasn’t even lost money. There are things I could do better but everything feels so insignificant in comparison.
It really bugs me how I never see my MIL in the morning when we’re getting the kids ready. We live in the same house and she knows the schedule, why do I never see her when we’re trying to wrangle two kids out the door before work?