So, I’m not a parent. I have no intrinsic desire to become a parent. I applaud those who become parents, and my heart goes out to those who wish to become parents but are unable to do so.
That being said, a whole lot of people don’t seem to understand why I feel the way I do. I have thus compiled this list of things to say, which generally help even the score.
“I have only seen Frozen twice. I have only seen Moana once. Also, I do not know the theme song to Doc McStuffins, Paw Patrol, Sofia the First, or My Little Pony. Did I miss the show your child is into? Sorry, it’s been a few months since I’ve watched Nick Jr.”
“I had seven uninterrupted hours of sleep last night.”
“Know who was responsible for the last five spills in my house? Me. Also, three of them happened during the Obama administration.”
“Sure, I can cover lunch. I’ll take it out of my nonexistent diaper budget.”
“If I’m amidst an argument that defies any logic, it’s probably with a client…who pay me hundreds of dollars an hour to tolerate their drama.”
“Sure, it’s possible I’ll change my mind. It doesn’t happen multiple times daily, though.”
“I haven’t done laundry yet this week.”
“My carpet is stain-free.”
“I had exactly what I wanted for breakfast, after waking up when I wanted.”
“I woke up to a bunch of noise this morning as well. The construction crew across the street will be done in about a month, though.”
