Oops

If you have kids, you’ll understand what I’m about to say.  Sometimes, when I interact with or watch my children, I think … “oh shit.  That’s my fault.”  Some personality characteristics are inbred and some are learned.  I am currently teaching my children the following bad habits:

·         Be a martyr.  It’s better than being the asshole who ruins everything.  (Obviously, this isn’t true, because the assholes never realize they’re assholes, so the whole “martyr” thing is lost on the very people who suck.)

·         Stay in a relationship no matter how much it sucks and no matter how much it eats you alive every single day.  (My excuse is that I’m doing it for my kids, but the truth is that it’s making me the very sort of person I don’t want my children to become, because people who can’t make shocking decisions in their best interest don’t deserve anyone’s respect.)

·         Give up your social life for your children.  (Again, obviously untrue; but I’d rather be the homebody parent than the one who takes his/her kids to a bar and surrounds them with drunken, fucking idiots to show them a good time.)

·         Women should take care of the house.  (Honestly, when the other parent is a fucking pig, someone has to clean it up.  Someone has to take care of shit that needs to be done.  Gender shouldn’t matter, but society makes women the default gender to clean kitchens and bathrooms and … every other thing inside and outside the house, apparently.)

·         Just take it.  (Whatever “it” is in that sentence, I’ve apparently taught them that they should just put up with all the assholes in their lives.)

Yep, this is making me sad, so I’m done with this list.  I’m just saying:  be careful with the way you live your life around your children, because they will emulate you in all the good and bad ways you never imagined.