All of them. Every single one of them it seems like. I can't get through a week without hearing about when there kid is due or the great pictures they took over the weekend with the little tike. I am not ready to end my life in order to get three hours of sleep a night and shell out cash for a kid who doesn't make a dime in my favor. I know that might sound harsh, but I feel like I am still a kid. My employment has always been sporadic and the only thing I am saving are jobs at Fast Food Restaurants. Seriously, a kid in my near future may lead to thoughts of suicide . My sister just had a baby. Congrats to her and Nate. It is fantastic feeling being an uncle. But I can walk away when I want but still have the bond of family right next to me. When I get home from work I want to hit the gym and than couch surf. Not feed kids, do their homework, and finally trick them into bed .
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“Kids” just replaced the word “Life” before “HAHAHAHAHA!” (A Wise “Ass” once told “me the only part you can control is the laugh”.)
On my way to work today I thought to myself…there is a certain aged child that I just don’t want to hold…I have even heard you can “break” small babies.
Truth be told, babies give me anxiety like when you were a child walking into a china store with your Mom…arms firmly pressed against your sides.
I think there is an age where kids finally begin to interpret sarcasm…the naively fun window I like to call the innocence prior to the monster you created. After that point you become karma’s bitch and everything you ever did badly to a substitute teacher in your youth will come back to you ten fold. FYL!
I love other people’s kids…I just love handing back to their parents more.
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