Ok. ... so you guys gonna bring my kid some water, right? But they prefer gatorade. No powerade. Also, they're all time qb and the coaches suck. Refs too. I'll be late to pick him up, but don't worry about it he'll be fine.
Yeah we got it. Been seeing kids like that for 15 years. Sons take an extra water and mouthpieces. And we got cleats coming out our ears.
I get it. Wife and I waited until school was paid off and we were financially stable. Was smart. Just don’t get too far past 30. Tough on mom.
I don’t have kids, but I understand what you all mean by never being prepared. I’m just taking a stab at what IP is saying. I think what he means by prepared is ready. He wants to make sure he and his spouse are committed to having and taking care of a child. He wants to make sure he’s committed to the fact his life will no longer be primarily about him. He wants to make sure they have seen the world or reached his personal goals or is financially stable or something I haven’t thought of. I don’t think he thinks he’s already got raising a child figured out. He just wants to make sure he’s ready.
Respectfully, I don’t think that’s possible. I’m not advocating having children or not, just saying its impossible to ever be ‘resfy’. There’s always more money to make, world to see, etc. Kids don’t change the goals, just the plans.
you’ll never understand how so much shit can come out of something so little under so much pressure to find the smallest gap in a diaper and go everywhere.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Most of us are in that boat I think. Maybe not initially but the months between finding out and delivery give you time. Being in a committed relationship and being financially stable are major pluses but at the end of the day nothing can truly prepare you for what you are about to take on. You can certainly make it easier by doing the aforementioned but you're still in for a whole new world. Want kids?
You are never prepared to clean up the bag of diapers that the dog got into. Dry heaved mid post thinking about it
Wife breastfed both boys but we would supplement formula to give her a break and those shits make me gag still. Lord have mercy it was literal poop soup. All up the back somehow.
I couldn't do a pooping crying baby today. You will never understand the love between you and your baby until you feel it. I still feel like a terrible father half the time, even though I'm pretty sure I am decent. One of my favorite things to do to this day is sneak in my girks' room and kiss them softly so I don't wake them up.
Or when you hear your son making noises in the middle of the night banging on his door and you open the door and he has vomited from his bed across the room and all over the door.
With the first you look at going to the ER. With my 3rd we just hand him a bucket, towel and gatorade.
We discovered ours was gluten intolerant by him puking all over me right before I laid him down to bed. Ended up going into the bathroom holding him over the sink and talked to the doctor on speaker phone (thank Ok Google) while covered in puke and watching my wife is have a full blown panic attack in the corner. Fun times. There's no being prepared for that.
Thanks* for the offer to front some water for these dumbass kids, but we have a concession stand that would give them a bottle of water, and every coach usually brings an extra to practice...the problem is that we don’t always know who doesn’t have one if they don’t tell us, and we don’t notice. It’s usually the poorer / dumbest kids who won’t say anything, and just silently suffer. The wife didn’t directly intervene on the dumb polo shirt kid, because she was afraid of embarrassing dumb kid / dumb dad. But she did buy some water and sent it to him via one of his teammates, as he entered the field, afterwards. It bothered her that the kid was wearing a polo shirt under his pads, and that his Dad ostensibly had to choose between gas money to get to practice or water to drink, once there. Of course, I called her a socialist, and warned her not to share any of our immense personal wealth with The Dumb Poor. Especially if we don’t even know if the kid even starts or is worth a shit on the field. *Legit, thanks.
