Happy Mother’s Day!!!

I'm 37, male, and childfree. I started my morning having coffee and reading on the balcony. Across the street is a townhouse where "the angry mom" lives. My wife and I call her that because she's always yelling at her two small children. We feel bad for the kids, because they're probably going to need tons of therapy when they're adults.

I was reading, having coffee, and watching the angry mom throw yet another tantrum while her kids are crying. It makes me sad to have to watch this every day, but it does make me grateful my wife and I decided not to have kids. It seems like the Angry Mon has a miserable life.