Headline two years in the making: Octomom can't handle it! World says: Duh

Octomom dropped the bomb today that she “hates the babies” and her older kids are unruly because she doesn’t have the time to discipline them because the babies demand so much of her attention. And she will take hours to eat her lunch on the floor in the bathroom because it’s the only time she can get alone time.

Let’s take a look at this …

It’s wrong to say you hate your kids. I mean, I’ve made the joke I want to kill mine, but to everyone I make that joke to, they know I love her to death and wouldn’t trade her for the world. I just wish she’d drop the attitude sometimes. (I haven’t a CLUE where she got that from. Must be her daddy.) I do not, however, regret her, and I wouldn’t want to live life without her.

But I also know my limits. People ask me when I’m having another one and I tell them never. She’s enough of a strain on what little patience I had to start, so two would send me to the crazy house. If I ever get pregnant again, please fit me for a straight-jacket as soon as I’m done breast-feeding and my boobs return to normal size. (Which, for me, is still huge, so maybe it won’t matter.)

What was my point before my big boobs distracted me (like they distract so many other people)? My point was that I know that one is about all I can handle. Six, no way. Fourteen, no way on God’s green Earth would I ever try to handle, let alone even think I could do so. But this woman claimed she could handle it, she had enough love to give, she didn’t want the embryos to die so she had that irresponsible doctor implant them all and two-thirds of them stuck. Thanks dude. And you wonder why they yanked your medical license.  (Yes, the woman also thought she’d get free stuff from the world like other families who had multiple. She got lots of vitriol, but that’s about all she got.)

Seriously, didn’t you think this was going to happen? Didn’t you get like this at any point while raising the six that you didn’t think you could handle it, that your alone time was out the window? I don’t get why this is a sudden realization, 14 kids later. I knew before my ONE was born that my alone time was going to be rare. 

As far as your six kids being unruly because you don’t have the time to discipline them, did you really have the time to discipline them before “the babies” you hate so much came into the picture? You don’t strike me as a hard-ass who pays attention to her kids in the first place, even without eight younger ones all going through their “terrible twos” together. Let’s be honest, when you were as big as an apartment complex because your body was, in fact, housing enough people to fill an apartment complex, do you really think you were chasing after the other six, giving them the “discipline” (I contend the word should really be “attention” here) they needed?

Besides, they say it’s a psychology thing to act out to get negative attention. You think maybe your older ones are vying for your attention?

I would venture to say that they probably realized that 14 kids are too many, they are part of a failed attempt to get freebies in the world, that their mom is “Octomom” and will stop at nothing to get media attention, and you’re an idiot. As a result, they are doing what they can to prove you an irresponsible parent (ha, like they need to assist in that assumption) so they can be put into foster care. I know if I were one of your kids, I’d gladly welcome foster care.