To Every Parent Who Has Ever Complained

Politely we read your social media messages, your posts with accompanying loud emoticons: 'So long since I've had a drink, I need a drink :-(' 'OMG, will they just go to sleep?!?!' 'I'm tired, I'm aching, I'm over it.'
We know being a parent is no day in the park. Because we've seen it. And you've told us. Often. So often.
We won't be brutal enough to tell you to shut the fuck up.
We won't scream what we want to scream, 'You asked for this, you wanted this, you tried for this, you got this, be happy!'
We know what the Baby Blues are, and we know about their evil cousin Postnatal Depression, and if you had the latter we'd be more forgiving but, since we're being completely honest, we'd probably still be pretty pissed off.
Because you've got your little nuclear family, you've got a child screaming in your face on Christmas morning, you've got this little life, and huge responsibility, and you act like you deserve more again.
We are the parents-who-want-to-be, the parents whose bodies won't function the way nature's design intended. Our pieces might fit together like yours do, we get the same bang you do, but no pay-off nine months later.
We are the ones who've tried IVF multiple times only to fail again and again and again and keep trying because we love so much the feeling of all those drugs being bumped into our bodies, strangers probing our bits, expensive appointments, and being told so many times, 'No. Not this time.'
You are the people who've got what you asked for, who want your cake but want to eat it too. No, worse still, you want to take that cake and plunge your face in it then complain when the icing gets in your eyes.
You are the ones with two different nannies, who send their infants to daycare. You are the ones people look at and think, 'why did they even have children?'
We are the ones who don't know when, who don't know if, we will ever have what you take for granted.
Worse still, we are the ones who have miscarried. Who have tiny dead babies in our memories.