I really used to love the 4th of july. The food, the fireworks, the parades, the traditions that my family has for the holiday, all of it. It's like the best parts of summer condensed into a day long celebration.Now, as a parent of a toddler, I FUCKING HATE IT. My day long summer celebration has evolved into a day long threenager meltdown. The heat, the sugar, the schedule upheaval, ALL. OF. IT.The cherry on top? Fairly recently my state decriminalized personal fireworks. What we once had to cross state lines to purchase can now be found at any gas station or super store. This also means that in addition to the townships professional fireworks display (which is set off pretty close to my house) every joe dirt wannabe in my neighborhood sets off their OWN display. This goes on for HOURS. It took over 45 minutes to get my deep sleeper down for the night.I get that my neighbors are just enjoying the holiday and I don't begrudge anyone for having fun. I also certainly don't expect all them to take into consideration the bed time of a little kid, or my sanity for that matter. Yet, all that being said I can't shake off my unjustified annoyance.I make a concerted effort to not wish away these days of my kiddo being little. I try to soak to it all in and be present and all that good stuff. Most of the time I'm successful at it, but today was not one of those days. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2Jv0wTk
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