And another one’s gone and another one’s gone… another week bites the dust!
Where does the time go!?
Thankfully we had to choose our venue far enough out that almost 5 months and 8 days after being engaged we still have 12 months and 10 days to go! Not that I’m counting…
It is times like this in my life when I seriously wonder how people with young children fit it all in. I don’t mean like square-peg-round-hole (and a mallet) fit it in… because that causes the need for prescription medication and interventions. I know that I am working at least 10 hour days at work, then go home and work at least an hour or so at night. Then I work on the weekends also. If I’m not working it’s because the 10-year-old has a sporting event that his father and I are attending, or Jason has some kind of sporting event or I’ve decided to try to take the night off… try being key.
How would I fit someone else’s constant needs and wants (especially when they are sooooo teeny tiny and can’t walk, talk or drive themselves to the store if they need something) into my life and be able to give them the kind of love and attention that people like Hitler or that creepy guy from Silence of the Lambs obviously lacked as children?
I remember when (notice: past-tense) I was a cat owner I would have moments during the middle of the night when the cats batted at my peacefully sleeping eyelids one too many times and I personally gave them sky-diving lessons… then I would murmur to myself, “this is why I shouldn’t have kids”. It’s not like I didn’t feel remorseful… but it didn’t stop me from giving another free flying lesson the next night. I also flicked them in the forehead when they spent too much time in my personal bubble. I’m not an expert, but I’m sure it didn’t cause any long-lasting effects.
Someone at work told me recently that babies are cute so that they aren’t killed by their parents. Some kind of factoid he claims started back when cavemen would maybe just eat the ugly babies I guess? I disagreed with him and pointed out that I’ve seen plenty of ugly babies and they survived to be healthy ugly adults… so I don’t think his theory has much merit. Pretty sure this caused a choking fit by the nice woman eating her salad next to us during this conversation.
This rant is not to say that I’m 100% against having kids. Birth control is only 99% affective, so I am obviously willing to roll the dice a little bit… but I’m not going to be running off to Baby-Vegas any time soon to really play those odds.
I’ve never been much of a gambler.