The preschool is closed this week.
I've actually been enjoying not having to get up and force the children to look presentable and drag them all the way to school. But for some reason sitting around the house watching me blog is not that entertaining for them. So today we went to an indoor play area with some kids from Ironflower's class.
Apparently we were not the only people to have this idea. And as I stood and watched them (yeah, it was so crowded that all the parent chairs were actually being used - the gall) duck under some obnoxious boys blocking their way, I truly thought I would be posting about the traumas of being around other people's children. But the obnoxious boys left, and things were fine.
They were so fine that I was actually able to converse with the other moms. One of whom was surprised to find out that I will not be having a fourth child, because I'm "so calm".
Clearly, she doesn't read my blog. And yes, I'm pretty sure she was serious.
I had my tubes tied when I had ChunkyMonkey, so it would be an act of God for me to have a fourth child. (Note to self: start going to church or temple or something.) There's no way we could handle another child financially or spatially (Spatially doesn't sound right. Possibly I am using it incorrectly. But you know what I mean, right?). Or mentally.
But.
Is it weird that it makes me a little sad?
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Hell, no, that's not weird at all. Hunky got snipped and I still think what if we had a baby girl and I could put barrettes in her hair and ruffle butt tights too!
Not weird at all. It's perfectly normal I would assume to feel that way.
I'm certain that two is the appropriate number of kids for us, and gleefuuly agreed when SuperHubby decided to have his tubes snipped rather than mine. But somedays, as I watch Ace and Giggles get older, I find myself somewaht sad that there will be no more. And then I drink more whiskey because What the hell am I thinking about more.
My child is only 12 weeks old, and I sure as all hell am not ready for another yet....but the thought of being done with the two children we are planning for makes me tear up a little too.
Awww...I was a little sad at the end too. The days are long, but the years fly by. This is my first visit to your site...love the "clean house, wasted life" quote!
i did the same. we went to monkey joes. i get the whole thing about surviving other peoples kids.
yay for you for some relaxation time! at least not having to get up and get to school is what I am considering "relaxing"! I think I am the weird one... I did not want to ever be pregnant again!!
It's not weird at all. My feelings on wanting another child change every day. Some days I'm so sad that Cleatus got snipped and other days I thank God that we are done.
You're not weird at all. After my third came along and husband type person got snipped, I was pretty upset that there would never be another. Three is perfect. We can barely afford the ones we have, and sure don't have space for a larger family - I think it was just the idea that this is the last time I'll be pregnant, change diapers, etc... and each milestone the littlest one hits makes me a bit sad - I never got sad with the older two going to school or losing teeth.
Oh, I tagged you in a meme if you get time.
There's nothing weird about that at all!
I think it's completely normal that it makes you feel that way. Like you, I had good reasons that we wouldn't procreate any more and I STILL have pangs at age 49. And yeah, I KNOW it was the right decision.
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