Oh, my, this is hilarious, and completely, and my sleep-deprived mind had to share this. And with that, a bid you good night. If my children decide I am worthy of sleep…
Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.
I was lying awake last night, trying to memorize the feeling of everything being right with my family. We’re all healthy, happy, and remarkably satisfied with where we are in life at this exact moment. Even Child #4 has just taken her last ever Uni final, and pronounced herself ready to go off the family payroll.
A friend asked if I ever regretted having so many kids, or the time/money/everything that it took to raise them. She said her book club (having dispensed with the required 8.5 minutes of book-related discussion) were all talking about the reasons their grown children were not producing grandchildren.
That reminded me of this blast-from-the-past I wrote a few years ago.
Top 10 reasons not to have kids
There are actually LOTS of reasons not to have kids. As a serial kid-producer, I offer a revised list:
10. Vermin =…
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