Well! Clearly my
introspection navel-gazing is unappealing. So I will quit that right now.
Unfortunately, I am low on inspiration, since my part-time job(s) seem to be taking over my life, a little bit, which is actually good because children cost a lot of money to house/feed/clothe/educate/send to pricey day camps for ONLY ONE-THIRD OF THE SUMMER HOLY CRAP.
Today was Miss M’s 8th birthday. Though, as I admitted to Taxman this morning, after he ferried two pans worth of chocolate mini-cupcakes to her class, once AM turns age x, I automatically think of her as x+2. In some ways she’s growing up, but in others…let’s just say that the leopard doesn’t change its spots. I am going to turn that to my advantage, because I’ve been parenting this leopard for eight years now.
For your amusement, I give you Deep Thoughts Theater:
Reasons to Not Have More Than One Child:
Holy hell, the whining! The fighting about nothing! The last-second race to the bathroom to be first to brush teeth, even though they know they should do it right after breakfast! The crying because somebody won the race and the other somebody got knocked down in the process! TIMES EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Kill me right now!
Reasons to Have As Many Children As Your Sanity/Wallet Can Accomodate:
“AM, want to help me decorate my cupcakes? If Ema says it’s ok, you can have one.”
“Yes, Miss M. Thank you! You’re my best friend!”
“I’m your best sister! I’m going to be your sister forever!”
(Bury me. I died of melty adorableness.)