Another Kid
June 6, 2025
Nirali Bhate, Low Entropy Volunteer Writer
Because apparently, adulthood is optional.
When I signed up for a life partner, I pictured a grown-up partnership. You know . . . sharing responsibilities, deep conversations and the occasional romantic grocery trip where we both remember what we came for. Classic adulting stuff.
What I got instead? Well . . . a man-child who treats replacing the toilet paper roll like it’s an Olympic-level event.
Welcome to my life: raising a child and coexisting with a fully grown adult who sometimes needs more supervision than the actual kid.
Selective Hearing: His Secret Superpower
Ask him to bring home milk and he’ll return with chips, two family packs of ice creams and a confused look when I mention the word milk. But say the word pizza and suddenly he’s alert, like a Navy SEAL on a mission. Spooky, right?
Household Chores: A Game of Hot Potato
He’s mastered the laundry system:
- Step 1: Wear clothes
- Step 2: Leave them near the hamper
- Step 3: Wait for the magical Laundry Fairy (that’s me) to handle the rest
The Illusion of “Helping”
“I helped with dinner” = He opened the food delivery app.
“I helped the kid study” = He launched the learning app on the tablet . . . and immediately switched to Netflix.
Bonus points: he once said he babysat our own child. I had to lovingly remind him, “Sweetheart, this is called parenting, not a side hustle.”
Tech Support: Also Me
Despite owning enough tech to launch a satellite, he still yells, “Honey!” because the wireless mouse isn’t working.
Spoiler: it needed batteries. Or to be turned on. You know . . . basic adult attention.
Emotional Maturity: A Spectrum
When something goes wrong, my actual child throws a tantrum.
The adult one? He gets hangry, rummages through the fridge like a raccoon, and only returns to normal after snacks and a full stomach. It’s like watching a Snickers commercial every. Single. Time.
But Here’s the Thing . . .
For all the missed cues, snack-driven mood swings and creatively redefined “helping,” he’s mine.
Somehow, his man-child energy balances out my Type-A-panic. We’ve learned to laugh through the chaos, usually after I’ve cleaned it up.
Because if I’m going to raise two kids, at least one of them can (occasionally) reach the top shelf and open the candy jar.
Ever feel like your partner’s secretly your second kid? Share your funniest story in the comments—I promise I won’t tell them. 😉
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