Urbanbaby.com Is Hilarious – And A Little Terrifying
I remember the first time I stumbled upon Urbanbaby.com. I immediately pictured a tired mother, ascending three flights of stairs to her crappy apartment. To me, these words said,Â Come hither tired mother of the city. We will show you the most compact changing stations,Â the lightest strollers, and provide a never ending list of all of the free ways to entertain your baby in your urban oasis.Â Basically, I imagined a site that would be a great resource for me – and my urban baby.
Yeah, it’s totally not that. It’s filled with a bunch of really rich women who complain about their nannies and how hard it is to live off of 300k a year in the city. But whatever. Fair enough. They have urban babies, too. This site is obviously not a resource for me. But, admittedly, I still use it from time to time to see how the other half lives and laugh at our economic divide. I have a sick sense of humor, okay?
You can imagine how pleased I was to stumble upon the most popular post of the weekend. It’s titled, “For a laugh, post some of your most pressing first-world problems.” Ooh. This is gonna be good. I like to share the wealth, so here are some of my faves:
Ran out of pajamas and cleaning lady off next week, getting overwhelmed at thought of decorating new apartment.
Dr missed a spot of my forehead and now I have a wrinkle.
I pay my nanny too much, and she doesn’t do enough housework.
Can’t get my hair blown out because I’m sick.
I don’t know what i want for xmas and dh keeps bugging me about it, i could possibly ask for almost whatever i think of.
Our builder didn’t put the tennis courts in on time, now we have to wait until spring.
Some of my birkins are getting squished underneath the laundry I have not put away yet.
Cleaning lady stacked folded laundry in one giant pile without distinguishing owner….now I have to resort.
I hate when my electronic door opener is being stubborn and I have to use an actual key to unlock my door.
I’m at our beachside house and I’m bored because all there is to do around here is beach, golf, or shop.
I need a mani pedi but may not be able to squeeze it in after yoga tomorrow because of brunch plans DH made.
Who are these people, you ask? Surely, they don’t really exist. But they do. And they are always on Urbanbaby.com. So if you ever want to see how the other half lives and laugh your ass off while doing it, visit the site. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.