I get it- the name by all insenuations indicates unpleasantness. Well, let's be honest, sometimes it is unpleasant.
I can't think of anything, even the most wonderful things that aren't unpleasant from time to time. In fact, I would argue that it is sometimes the pain in things that make you appreciate them the most... it is my unconditional willingness to endure the middle-of-the-night feedings, the cleaning up of vomit, the screaming for no good reason, etc that makes me realize how much I love my child and love raising him.
It's just sometimes a pain in the rearing.
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