Anyone else out there just… exist? Like, I went to this dad playgroup thing (my wife kinda signed me up, said it’d be good for me, for the baby, for *us*) and it was all like, "yo what kind of weed killer you using this season, I got a real dandy problem" or "did you see the game last night, that ref was BLIND" and I'm sitting there with my newborn who just spit up on my last clean shirt and all I can think about is like, am I a shit dad? Did I screw up my career? Is this (gestures vaguely at everything) what my life is now? And no one… NO ONE even mentions being exhausted, or terrified, or like, did you accidentally call your baby “dude” today? Am I the only one wondering if everyone else is just… faking it? Or do people really just care about their lawns more than if their kids will remember this time? (god I hope mine doesn’t remember how many frozen pizzas we ate this week)