Let me tell you-what's it like to have three sons?

I saw a message when I was browsing my mobile phone yesterday:

First-class family: one son and one daughter (perfect)

Second-class family: a daughter (like)

Third-class family: two daughters (good)

Fourth-class family: one son and two daughters (good)

The fifth family: two children and one daughter (stress)

Sixth-class family: three sons (very tired)

In fact, parents, no matter who they are, are tired. Raising a son has the trouble of raising a son, and raising a daughter has the trouble of raising a daughter.

The concept of the older generation is that the adopted son will buy a house and a car in the future. If the investment in marriage is too large, the adopted daughter can "sit back and enjoy the success" and be "selective".

Let me tell you the truth-that way of thinking is too naive and outdated!

Nowadays, parents, whether adopting sons or daughters, want their children to have their own houses and cars. Especially since the implementation of the new marriage law, everyone is busy buying houses for their children. Even if the marriage fails in the future, the one who is kicked out must be the one who has no room.

Off topic, tell us about the experience of our third son.

Because the first child is twins, a pair of sons, who want a daughter very much, and the second child is a son.

Keep it, keep it yourself-there's nothing wrong with it.

Now the sons are all grown up. The eldest and the second have been working for four years and have their own independent living space. The youngest son is a sophomore.

When they were young, I didn't think it was that difficult. Day by day passed, and in a blink of an eye I was older than my three gray-haired sons. I was depressed!

Breakfast is ready, and no one gets up to eat. Eldest brother, second child, and third child-all called one by one, saying that they wanted to sleep, but they couldn't afford it. I was so angry when I was a child that I told you not to talk back. Even in the worst case, I can drag them out of bed one by one.

Husband smiled and pretended not to know or see.

Well, according to the sex ratio, I give up. I ate my own breakfast. As a result, I have been gaining weight.

Finally, after dinner, I said it was time to go out for a walk. Well, my husband handed me a Bluetooth headset, my boss went to get my sneakers, my second child reminded me to wear a mask when I went out, and my third child stuffed me with xylitol ... None of them planned to accompany me for a walk!

Come back from a walk and watch TV-all spy movies except police and bandits. I hear dadada, dadada every day ... it seems that a TV series without bullets is not called a TV series.

Seeing that I am angry, I will take the initiative to hand over the remote control, but it is useless. No matter what I watch-ancient costumes, modernity, realistic themes, idol dramas and soap operas, I will be criticized by one to four. When an actor says a line, everyone criticizes it!

Finally, I compromised. Look at the animal world! Look what they have to say!

Alas, I thought I was the only "little princess" in my family. Unexpectedly, my adult relatives all think it would be better without my mother ... Only when I am very sad will my husband stand up and shout, "You guys, you have gone too far. Look at your mother's anger ... "