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Relaxing walks with a toddler 🤪

So you get in trouble if you hit a random stranger in the street and when you hit your own child at home you get appreciated for being a good parent? Wtf is with this world??

And so the battle with the eldest over math begins. The child can do the math. The child would rather spend 30+ minutes in drama over 10-15 minutes of work then actually do the work. It’s so fricking frustrating. I’m trying very hard not to scream, but gah!!!!

Parenting is not for the faint of heart.

I feel like the pandemic is finally getting me.

angstpril day nineteen: “Don’t leave me.”

CW: bad parenting that’s for sure

fic under the cut

“Mom?” Lin called into the un-decorated apartment.

“Behind you,” Toph replied, setting down a heavy box on the floor.

“Oh,” Lin turned back to her mother, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“What, you didn’t think I’d left in the five seconds you were in the bathroom, did you?” Toph laughed and punched Lin hard enough to leave a bruise.

Lin rubbed her arm , looking at her feet in embarrassment. After a moment of awkward silence, she turned to the door.

“Is that the last of them?” she asked, her gaze flitting around the mounds of boxes.

“Yeah,” Toph said, walking back out the door before pausing in the hallway.

“You coming or not?” She asked, barely turning her head back towards Lin.

“Uh- uh, yeah,” Lin replied, following her mother out and locking the door behind her.

They walked in silence down to the first floor, Lin only looking up to wave slightly at the receptionist before they stepped outside. Lin walked around the moving truck they’d rented to bring all her stuff to the new apartment, climbing in the driver’s seat while Toph took the passenger’s.

“Bet you’re glad to finally be in your own place, eh, kid?” Toph asked as she propped her feet up on the dash.

“Mom, can you not? This is a rental,” Lin scolded, reaching over to slap her mother’s ankle lightly.

“Spirits, sorry for living,” Toph chuckled and took her feet down, crossing her legs and leaning forwards.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said after a moment of silence, leaning back against the seat again.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm glad to have my own place,” Lin sighed, tapping her left foot anxiously as they waited at a red light.

They were about halfway back to the apartment Toph had raised her in when the conversation died, and they remained silent until they got back. Lin parked the truck in front of the apartment building, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for Toph to get out so she could bring it back to the rental place.

“What are you waiting for?” Lin asked impatiently after a few minutes went by.

“What are you waiting for?” Toph replied, crossing her arms.

“Wh- I’m taking the truck back to the rental place, I was dropping you off because I thought you wouldn’t want to come,” Lin snapped angrily.

“Seriously? Spirits, kid, you really are oblivious,” Toph let out a laugh and reached for her door.

“We’re not done with the truck yet, now come help me bring down my stuff,” she called as she stepped from the truck, stepping the door behind her.

Lin sat, her eyes fixed on the steering wheel for a long moment before she got out of the truck. She made her way up to the third floor apartment she’d shared with her mother and sister until the year before when Su had moved out, and had stayed in with just Toph until now. The walls were empty, the furniture and all the other things Lin hadn’t taken boxed up and ready to go. Lin stood in the doorway in shock, staring at her mother who was lifting boxes on small platforms of rock that floated after her.

“What- what are you doing?” her voice suddenly became quiet, her confident mask slipping.

“I’m moving out,” Toph said bluntly, pushing past Lin through the door and bringing the boxes downstairs behind her.

Lin took a few steps into the apartment, opening one of the boxes. Inside was an assortment of small items, but one caught Lin’s eye. She reached into the box and pulled out the small metal statue Toph had made many years ago. It was of the three of them, baby Su sitting on Toph’s shoulders while little Lin stood beside her, holding her hand tightly. Her eyes started to water as she looked at the statue, a single tear falling before she shoved it back in the box and forced herself to pull it together. She heard Toph walking down the hall and spun to face her when she stopped at the door.

“You didn’t think I’d stay here, did you? Alone?” Toph scoffed and took a step towards Lin.

“Where are you moving?” Lin narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.

“I’m dropping my stuff off at your grandparents and then going wherever I feel like going,” Toph replied, walking past Lin and picking up a few more boxes with her earth slabs.

“You can’t just- I’ll be completely alone,” Lin stuttered before looking up at her mother.

“You’ll be fine,” Toph started towards the door again, boxes following her closely.

“No,” Lin cried, stomping her foot and bringing all of the boxes back to the floor.

“Are you really going to have a tantrum right now?” Toph turned back to Lin and leaned against the doorframe.

“You’re nearly twenty-three, you’re taking over as Chief of Police for me, and you’re throwing a tantrum because I’m moving,” Toph shook her head and picked up the boxes again.

“Pretty pathetic if you ask me,” she muttered as she walked down the hall, leaving Lin alone again.

“It’s fine,” Lin whispered to herself, picking up a few boxes and moving down the hall.

It’s fine, she repeated in her head, over and over again as she helped Toph move the last of her things into the truck. Lin let out a sigh of relief when a man came up to them, confirming to Toph that he was the driver she’d hired to take her to the Beifong residence in Gaoling. Before Toph got in the truck with him to leave, though, she pulled her aside.

“Don’t go,” Lin pleaded quietly.

“Don’t leave me,” she continued, her eyes oddly dry despite the panic that was building in her chest.

“I can’t- I still need you. Please,” she stopped for a moment, searching her mother’s face for any hint of emotion.

“Please Mama,” she ended in a whisper.

“You sound like a baby,” Toph scoffed, turning around halfway.

“You’ll be fine,” she paused before adding, “Chief.”

Lin watched as her mother walked up to and got in the truck, staring until the truck was out of sight. She blinked a few times and looked down at her feet, furrowing her eyebrows before dragging herself to her parked satomobile. She got in, her movements delayed as she sat unmoving for a short while before starting the sato up and driving to her new apartment. She parked in the underground garage in a haze, the drive there taking both too long and not long enough. When she got up to the first floor, she was so out of it that she didn’t even acknowledge the receptionist, simply walking to the stairwell and starting the treck up.

She barely noticed as she unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside, locking it again behind her and turning to face the piles of boxes. It was only then that she realized what had just happened.

She left.

I’m alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

A loud sob escaped her throat and she sank to the ground against the front door. She pulled her knees to her chest and let her head fall back against the door, not trying to hold back her tears anymore.

“Mama,” she cried as the apartment grew colder and colder, night taking hold of the city.

She fell asleep there, her fear and loneliness giving way too exhaustion before long. Her body would yell at her for it the next day, but even if she’d tried she wouldn’t have been able to move herself to her unmade bed that night.

“Pokemon can do a better job caring for human children than humans.” His experience is a little unusual, though.

I can’t tell you how proud I am of this going lady right here. She is sooooo beautiful, inside and out. It’s funny because when I got to Childrens today she was busy with some stickers and a puzzle and I kind of walked up behind her and said “boo” and she jumped so hard. We both laughed, I was like “what are you scared for, there’s nothing to be scared for. My friend Rhonda is right, I love her more than I love the air I breath. On top of that her little soul brings my so much peace. She is such a beautiful soul! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹♥️♥️♥️♥️💋

Let's stop expecting people to fill their roles in our lives or in their responsibilities any better than they are capable of based on how they are as a person. If you're a shitty person, you're probably a shitty parent/boss. I'm not saying it's okay that they behave this way, only that it only sets us up to be disappointed to expect something other than what people have shown us they are capable of. The sooner we are honest with ourselves about who people are, they sooner we can work on figuring out how to reduce the stress we feel from interacting with them.

If there’s one important lesson that I want to teach my kids, it’s to be mindful of what they say. Words have impact and what we say can make or break a person. In the same way, I’d also want them to enjoy the same level of respect that they give to their peers. Anyway, I shared my thoughts on the blog about the effect of the things that we say on other people. Just open www.ivankhristravels.com and search “Be Careful With Your Words.” #dadonthemoveph #ivankhristravels #dadblog #dadblogger #parenting #fatherhood #parentingjourney #buhaytatay #tataymoments #pinoytatay #moderndad #dadofboys #boydad #aspie #aspiedad #lifelessons #teachingmyson (at Makati) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN3rCmnhRS2/?igshid=1sor3nw2re3st

gotta get through the next two days 

Sam’s original due date was 4/21, we’re going to have a small funeral with just my in-laws at the park because we didn’t get to get together and have one after their birth 

if anyone wants to send me asks to answer tomorrow for 4/20 while we try to have a good day, or maybe some kind words to read before the service, that would be truly appreciated. 4/20 is also Triploidy Awareness Day, so it’s all just close to home.

I appreciate all of the support everyone has given us as we go through our grieving process. 

The man upstairs knows how this puzzle is put together. My son does not have my temperament and that is exactly how it should be. 🙏🏿😂 • • • #dad #dads #daddy #dadsofinstagram #dadsofig #dadblog #dadblogger #dadlife #parents #parenting #parenthood #father #fatherson #fatherhood #dadsmanual #blackdadblog #blackdad #blackfathersmatter #blackfather #washingtondc #301 #Maryland TheDadsManual.com Twitter: @TheDadsManual YouTube: TheDadsManual Tumblr: TheDadsManual https://www.instagram.com/p/CN3kVLsl5bW/?igshid=1m443traxzuko

Thursday will be Bring Your Offspring to Work Day, when you have the chance to show off your career first-hand to your child, ward, sapient homegrown plantoid, or time-displaced clone self. As always, we remind everyone that work can mean many things, and all of them are worthy of admiration, from housework to homunculus crafting to harvesting crops. So show the wonderful things you make possible to the wonderful people you make possible.

Do I write about John Winchester’s parenting skills for my pop culture assignment for psych.... 👀

elf dad with his three kids 

my eldest daughter syndrome has been acting up so much recently that the other day my little brother actually referred to me as his third annoying parent