I love children. I love babies, two year olds, middle schoolers, even 17 year old know-it-alls. I've worked with every age, race, gender, and personality you can think of.
Sometimes though when I come home the thought of having to chase, interact, discipline, help, love, basically anything that exhorts energy with my hypothetical future child scares the absolute shit out of me. Like I'm talking racking my brain lose sleep kind of fear.
I know I would love my child more than anything. I know Shane would be helpful and supportive, loving and kind. But, good lord, kids suck the life out of you and I already feel like I'm 80 and on my death bed.
I've always wanted to be a mother.
Dude, it's the hardest, most stressful, most time consuming, most frustrating, most wonderful, most beautiful, most rewarding, most awesome things ever.
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