Edited by author 08-03-2004 06:57 PM
Lilly, there's two choices for me here... you can crank up (toke up? I don't even know!) and come on down to clean my apartment for me...

Or I can wait till I have a job, and hire the cleaning ladies I saw on TV to come in and do it. I tried cleaning my kitchen floor with the Grab It Spray and Mop? Sure it picked up dirt. But when I hit something with real Lysol some dirt literally disolved and was wiped up from what I THOUGHT was already clean. Thus proving I am no domestic goddess.

While I have been in love and willing to marry and procreate, and possibly would do so should it happen again, I too worry that my child will be one of the ones bystanders want to throw in traffic because they misbehave.

Or they'll Lizzie Borden my ass.

I didn't get the warm fuzzies for babies ever, and in fact to this day the sound of a crying infant sets my nerves on edge and makes me a little angry (probably not a good response), and I didn't babysit, except for my brother and I used to scare him so bad about someone being in the house going to kill us that after a while he used to CRY HYSETERICALLY if he thought I was going to babysit. Hah.

So while I'm fascinated by the /concept/ of pregnancy and child development, particularly their brain and motor skills, I don't really know that I'd be keen on being responsible for not fucking them up. Because I have very little patience, even with myself.

On the other hand, we could be first mother/child combo on Ritalin together! Wheee!

Editing to add I hated cats and kittens for most of my childhood, and never understood why the girls would FAWN over posters of them when there were majestic and useful horse posters to buy. Just recently, within maybe the last year, I have started getting warm fuzzies over cats. So who knows, I could just be a late bloomer. I'll be thirty in another two years, maybe by then babies will be appealing too. Or, not.