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And now on to tonights post.....
According to a recent report motherhood is just about the most depressing job you can have.
Here are direct quotes from the study (slightly edited, but the content is unchanged):
“People who change diapers and serve up food and drinks have the highest rates of depression among U.S. workers.”
Um, is there an option we’re unaware of? If we didn’t change diapers or feed our kids might we be happier?
“Almost 11 percent of personal care workers -- which includes child care…reported depression lasting two weeks or longer.”
Two weeks? That’d be great! I was expecting eighteen years.
“During such episodes there is loss of interest and pleasure, and at least four other symptoms surface, including problems with sleep, eating, energy, concentration and self-image.”
Oh my gosh. They’re right. In layman’s terms motherhood causes lack of sleep, increased intake of fried foods, Defcon-4 level exhaustion, constant brain-farts and the general nagging feeling that we’ve let ourselves go.
“Just working full-time would appear to be beneficial in preventing depression. The overall rate of depression for full-time workers, 7 percent, compares with the 12.7 percent rate registered by those who are unemployed.”
But wait, we do work full time, and yet, we’re unemployed. It’s a paradox wrapped in an enigma.
So, those of you who take joy in the intoxicating smell of your baby’s freshly washed hair, or fall into fits of laughter watching your toddler maneuver his way around a plate of spaghetti; Those of you who plaster your refrigerator with your children’s “masterpieces” or swell with pride watching your second grader read chapter books to himself at night......
You may think you’re happy.
But you’re not. You fool. You poor deluded diaper changing, food serving, unemployed-yet-working doofus.
Your life sucks.
They have the reports to prove it.
Numbers don’t lie.
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