I was surprised to crack that daily rag, Metro, to see a story by a mom extolling the virtues of smoking marijuana. She says her husband is a doctor who also imbibes frequently. Not surprisingly, she writes under a pen name.
She says, “I have always been attracted to high-stress jobs and have performed very well in that capacity; little did I know that parenting would be the highest-stress, most-demanding job yet. In the moments when I am ready to lose my mind — when the baby has been crying nonstop, for example — I take a little puff and my patience and calm is restored. My new state of mind enables me to not only tap into my unfound stores of patience but also lets me to relate to my baby as a baby and not a screaming, pooping monster.”
What do you think?
