Sometimes I have feelings and nowhere to put them and I remember I can still store them here because to IRL people this place doesn't exist. I'm certain your 2020 has been excellent with no hiccups in your laid out plans whatsoever.

Today my feelings have rankled me in that as a childless person with a best friend who is a Pinterest Mom, I don't have the capacity to care about your children at the level you're asking me to. Don't get me wrong, I like your kids better than most, and I think sometimes you're too hard on them in an effort to have, "good kids." But fuck me, I have trouble sharing your excitement about school picture proofs and how cute whichever one was today.

This is not me saying you should stop being excited about your kids, or whatever. This is me asking you to recognize I don't have the capacity to share these things. It exhausts me to reply to every message about them. I realy want to support you in your passions, but they have grandparents who will happily fawn over all your proud moments and off hand joy of your children. I'm good for occasionally.

That's all. I feel better.