Dayquil is a panic attack in a bottle

all parents. kids often get the short end of the stick. i love and respect kids which is why i never want one.

i used to be in charge of volunteers for an after-school program in a domestic violence shelter so i didn't have much to do. my favorite time was a young man telling me how awful he was at math. i asked, ''have you always known how to tie your shoes?" i told him he was capable of learning anything and we went through some math problems together and he was smiling the whole time

one boy told me he wished i was his mom and i did not like that. that was sad

is dayquil really psychoactive

Glad my kids are older than all this crying nonsense.

nyquil i meant to say. i have gotten panic attacks from dayquil but not since i was a kid

mine still cries but only when I tell him he cant do something and it's usually preceded by "you're so mean!!!"

That’s fair

I haven’t met many parents who thought they were doing a good job. The ones who did think that had a bit of Dunning-Kruger vibe

I always say, why do something yourself when you can let a professional handle it? That's why I got an electrician to look at my circuit breaker when it blew instead risking trying to fix it myself, and I gave my kids up for adoption.

Truly, I wish we could have afforded a Norland nanny

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norland_College

But we couldn’t. So instead my kids got me. :(

the only good thing about living in an apartment and throwing thousands into the ether yearly is that they have people to come and fix things

i'm your puppet

yeah right.

That's the only good thing about a husband, too

...

My CIS het male spouse also earned money that he didn’t spend on himself. I couldn’t even cover our rent with my salary.

I finished my evening classes last week. We all brought in snacks for the least session and finished up anything we had left to do in our workbooks. I'd actually finished everything, which is out of character, but I was very conscientious with the whole thing. I'll get a certificate sent out to me in the next couple of months. When I left I told everyone it was nice to have met them, and they all smiled and waved and said they hoped to see me again.

I've signed up for a different eight week course but the numbers aren't there yet, so unless more people sign up over the next two weeks it won't run. I hope it does because I'm enjoying doing a bit of education again.

well that's nice

It certainly is pleasant

i am using khan academy to study for LSATs (it's free!). ordering set ups are proving to just make me feel like an idiot; i had a similar issue with problems like this in elementary school.

The questions in this exercise are based on the set of conditions described below. You may find it useful to draw a rough diagram.

A car drives into the center ring of a circus and exactly eight clowns—Q, R, S, T, V, W, Y, and Z—get out of the car, one clown at a time. The order in which the clowns get out of the car is consistent with the following conditions:
V gets out at some time before both Y and Q.
Q gets out at some time after Z.
T gets out at some time before V but at some time after R.
S gets out at some time after V.
R gets out at some time before W.

Which one of the following could be the order, from first to last, in which the clowns get out of the car?


And that's just medium and not considered hard. I need to even look up how to work through these problems.

oh, i got it right!

If Z is the seventh clown to get out of the car, then which one of the following could be true?

Got this wrong ;_;

don't u and ur partner build chicken coops and dig with shovels? what's the joke about having people do things for you?

btw, that's a privilege if you get to do it for your own pleasure

yes, we dig with shovels and grow our own food. Cause we are privileged to own shovels and not use our hands.

My Vietnamese immigrant queer girlfriend who almost died escaping communism on a tiny boat is a great example of someone bathed in privilege so that makes a lot of sense.

don't bother. there is no way you can match yo soy's big retard energy

my therapist ghosted me. stood me up at our latest appointment and haven't heard from her since

been seeing her for five years. she must really hate me

;_;

but forreal though, being able to own land and grow food on your land (including having the time necessary) is a privilege these days. funny how that happened.

go anywhere in the rural america and you'll find plenty of poor people growing their own food on their own land. not to mention the literally billions of poor people subsistence farming worldwide.

Are you still doing your tap classes, yo soy?