So real indeed. I’m not good at being a parent either. It feels like it’s possible (too possible!) to be /bad/ at it, in myriad ways, but almost impossible to be good at it? Like, when something goes wrong it’s because I should have acted differently, but when something goes right, it’s luck

All blame, no credit! But perhaps this is a me problem, and other people have no trouble taking credit. Anyway, this weekend we endured tantrums about such things as “being given the snack that was requested.” It’s hard to be 2.5 years old, but it ain’t easy being 37 either, kiddo.

Seriously. All the things that go wrong seem like they should have been foreseeable. And there's so much just pure friction in doing things, it never goes smooth unless *everything* goes right.

Saaaaaaaaaaaaame