absintheminded
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Kingofsorrow, I do know what it's like to raise a child. I'm not going to say that I know how to do it perfectly or how to do it firsthand, but I have an idea.
My mother was a single mother for a long time, and having had me at seventeen, I was old enough to take care of my siblings for days on end.
I was eleven years old when my mother took off to I don't know where, and I had my week old brother to take care of. There was just a baby book on the shelf and my sister and I bathed, fed him, and changed his diapers.
That's not all to parenting though. There is financial accountability, and I already have a daycare in mind, I live with my roommate who is a mother and she said she would help me take my child back and forth to the daycare, the same daycare that gave 12 years worth to my brother and my sister without any problems. I know it's $1000 a month and there is no program for me because I make too much money to be on any sort of government financial support.
I have health and life insurance all set up, when the baby is born, I'm changing it to him/her being my main beneficiary.
My salary can cover daycare and day to day costs. Already my mother is planning a HUGE baby shower, this is her first grandchild and she is really excited. All of her friends and sisters have all been grandparents for quite some time and she's happy.
My sister is now twelve and she LOVES kids. She is also unimaginably happy to be an aunt, she said to me, "Now I want the baby around ALL THE TIME!" My cousin just had a baby, and she's four months old and my sister didn't let the baby out of her sight, she changed her diaper, fed and burped her and held her constantly. Everyone looked at me and said, "Looks like someone wants to be an aunt!" I scowled.
I live with my roommate and her husband, we have a fairly big duplex, but she said that once I have the baby, we should move to a bigger three bedroom home and when the child becomes a toddler, I'd want a fenced yard.
Now the only thing is, I work a lot, and when I say a lot, I work 80-90 hours a week. I own a business and I work in the oil industry. I love both jobs to death and I'm going to sacrifice one of them.
I do believe in love and marriage, despite my views on infidelity. I fully understand that marriage is hard work and sometimes one can slip up. I've just become so cynical and jaded due to my own indiscretions that it's hard for me to believe that there is a person out there that lives up to his promises and vows. I've been cheated on, dumped, left, I know what it feels like.
I know I'm a flawed person, I'm not perfect, never said I was. I know I'm going to make a million more mistakes in life. I know a lot of people will dislike me for it. Or for whatever reason that they will find. I know my child will grow up and say one day, "I hate you!" I know I'm idiotic for falling for a married man and continuing the relationship for as long as I have. I know I'm going to have a lot of setbacks and problems and issues. I know I'm a bitch for stealing another woman's man. I know I'm a slut because I take advantage of men and abuse my position. I know I'm a horrible daughter because I blame my mother for my mistakes. I'm a horrible citisen because I've broken the law, three times!
I'm a horrible best friend because instead of calling someone to hear about their life, I can't wait to divulge the news on myself.
I'm a horrible girlfriend because I think about Matthew when I'm out with him.
I'm horrible at tipping- I can never figure out what is proper so I just round it off. Sometimes it's a lot, but sometimes it's not.
I'm a horrible cook, I made scrambled pancakes.
I'm a horrible coworker, I put fake snakes and whoopee cushions in people's beds and squirt them with a squirt gun from a closed door, and I jump out from doors and yell boo!
I HATE washing pots and pans and if that means putting them in the dishwasher three or four times, so well then be it.
Hey... but at least I recycle.
Sometimes.
My mother was a single mother for a long time, and having had me at seventeen, I was old enough to take care of my siblings for days on end.
I was eleven years old when my mother took off to I don't know where, and I had my week old brother to take care of. There was just a baby book on the shelf and my sister and I bathed, fed him, and changed his diapers.
That's not all to parenting though. There is financial accountability, and I already have a daycare in mind, I live with my roommate who is a mother and she said she would help me take my child back and forth to the daycare, the same daycare that gave 12 years worth to my brother and my sister without any problems. I know it's $1000 a month and there is no program for me because I make too much money to be on any sort of government financial support.
I have health and life insurance all set up, when the baby is born, I'm changing it to him/her being my main beneficiary.
My salary can cover daycare and day to day costs. Already my mother is planning a HUGE baby shower, this is her first grandchild and she is really excited. All of her friends and sisters have all been grandparents for quite some time and she's happy.
My sister is now twelve and she LOVES kids. She is also unimaginably happy to be an aunt, she said to me, "Now I want the baby around ALL THE TIME!" My cousin just had a baby, and she's four months old and my sister didn't let the baby out of her sight, she changed her diaper, fed and burped her and held her constantly. Everyone looked at me and said, "Looks like someone wants to be an aunt!" I scowled.
I live with my roommate and her husband, we have a fairly big duplex, but she said that once I have the baby, we should move to a bigger three bedroom home and when the child becomes a toddler, I'd want a fenced yard.
Now the only thing is, I work a lot, and when I say a lot, I work 80-90 hours a week. I own a business and I work in the oil industry. I love both jobs to death and I'm going to sacrifice one of them.
I do believe in love and marriage, despite my views on infidelity. I fully understand that marriage is hard work and sometimes one can slip up. I've just become so cynical and jaded due to my own indiscretions that it's hard for me to believe that there is a person out there that lives up to his promises and vows. I've been cheated on, dumped, left, I know what it feels like.
I know I'm a flawed person, I'm not perfect, never said I was. I know I'm going to make a million more mistakes in life. I know a lot of people will dislike me for it. Or for whatever reason that they will find. I know my child will grow up and say one day, "I hate you!" I know I'm idiotic for falling for a married man and continuing the relationship for as long as I have. I know I'm going to have a lot of setbacks and problems and issues. I know I'm a bitch for stealing another woman's man. I know I'm a slut because I take advantage of men and abuse my position. I know I'm a horrible daughter because I blame my mother for my mistakes. I'm a horrible citisen because I've broken the law, three times!
I'm a horrible best friend because instead of calling someone to hear about their life, I can't wait to divulge the news on myself.
I'm a horrible girlfriend because I think about Matthew when I'm out with him.
I'm horrible at tipping- I can never figure out what is proper so I just round it off. Sometimes it's a lot, but sometimes it's not.
I'm a horrible cook, I made scrambled pancakes.
I'm a horrible coworker, I put fake snakes and whoopee cushions in people's beds and squirt them with a squirt gun from a closed door, and I jump out from doors and yell boo!
I HATE washing pots and pans and if that means putting them in the dishwasher three or four times, so well then be it.
Hey... but at least I recycle.
Sometimes.
