I came ridiculously close to blowing my hand off as a kid, the one kid in my circle of friends with the internet printed out a few copies on his dot matix printer… anyway one Saturday morning a group of us decided to try make a tennis ball bomb, it was just snapped off matchstick heads and the strikers stuffed through a small cut in a tennis ball and then tape the ball up. So pooled all out money together and go a dozen boxes of matches, tennis ball and a roll of duct tape and sat at a table in the park snapping off match heads. Once we made it we headed back to one of my mates flat and someone threw it up again a wall while the rest of us hid behind a wall looking over and… Nothing it hit the wall and bounced off and rolled around before stopping on the ground, we all waited and after a few minutes someone gave it another go with the same result, after about 10 attempts we were all out and just picking it up immediately off the ground and throwing it again. After about 15mins it just turned into a game of us throwing a ball against the wall and catching it before it hit the ground… Now I ran to catch the ball off someone else’s throw and i was about a foot off catching it when it exploded with a fucking boom, bits of tennis ball flying all over the place, you couldn’t see the shit but you could feel it hitting you on the way passed. Our reaction was fuck that was cool, let’s make another one…
workout regularly. Then you can act like it’s cause the gains instead of getting old.
I know it’s “because” and not a misspelling of “causing,” but I’m delighted by the idea of someone working out and getting ripped, who secretly thinks it’s the act of aging that’s making him strong, and that working out is just a placebo
Implying that parents don’t have any free time? I mean, my time isn’t “my own”, but my wife and I sure as hell have free time.
Personally, I would go insane without free time – likely literally. I would be an anxiety-ridden mess with a hair trigger. If my chores won’t allow any free time, the chores don’t get finished. They’ll still be there tomorrow.
I guess there are scenarios where I have free time, but it’s less than 30 minutes daily. In some evenings I can fight the exhaustion of a full day of child care after putting them to sleep to stay awake and get some free time, taking into account of being very tired when they wake me up quite early.
It probably gets better when the kids are older, mine are little.
Two humans are just too few to take care after two kids. Originally humans were not isolated to 4 person families like they are today. The whole tribe was looking after all the kids, sharing different duties and having a collective schedule, similar to Kindergarden today, but the whole day.
After that a few generations lived together in one house, still having less impact on the actual parents. Then we got our 2 parents + kids family model where in the beginning one parent was doing childcare full time.
Arriving in todays society, where both parents need to work and do the child care on the side by themselves after parental leaves from work are over. This is from the age of 1 where I live, but e.g. in the U.S. it’s right away.
Obviously this most parent hostile setup in the society of today, adding also some financial disadvantages, is a big reason this societies demographic issues.
My first had major medical issues (for her first 3-4 years) that necessitated close supervision after a 3-month stay in the NICU. She had PT, OT, speech therapy, and feeding therapy every week, appointments with cardiology and pulmonology, gastroenterology, regular post-operation and post-NICU visits, and the normal doctor appointments.
She took a lot of work, and severely limited our options for going out, due to a feeding schedule (while trying to limit projectile vomiting – and I do mean vomiting, hard and loudly, not just “spitting up” – to 2 times a day, when possible) that allowed practically nothing. Still, we managed to have downtime, where we could just relax and unwind. It’s how we stayed sane.
Given the circumstances, a second child really changed very little, in terms of work required. We still found time for ourselves.
Admittedly, it would have been impossible (or extremely cost-ineffective) for me to have a job at that point, but my daughter was a full-time job and then some. I realize that this probably negates everything I’ve said to most in this thread, but still.
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