Diesel Power

by statia on December 27, 2004

I’ve always had this thing when I’ve been in a relationship of wondering what that person was like before they knew I exsisted. I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when the meester was growing up. Especially knowing how warped his mind is, and hearing many stories of his antics as a child. I know that he probably made his mother crazy a lot of the time. I know I made my mother crazy a lot of the time. I know that my making my mother crazy + his making his mother crazy = total and complete hell for us with our future children. Let me tell you, I am not a patient woman. I’m scared shitless in wondering what lies ahead. What our kids will put us through, and wondering if I’ll be able to handle it without cracking under the pressure. If they’re even half as devilishly cute as their father, they’ll probably get away with far more than I’ll be willing to admit.

{ 5 comments }

Deltus December 27, 2004 at 2:37 pm

Honestly, you’re probably worrying too much about it. Having children is hard only in that it’s nearly constant. There’s nothing overly complex about it. If you’re thinking about having kids, I say go right ahead! You’re not a half-wit, so you should be fine.

geeky December 27, 2004 at 3:35 pm

see, i’ve written off having children because i was the good child in my family, which guarantees i’ll get the demon children!

Jennifer December 27, 2004 at 5:55 pm

Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it too much… I drove my parents CAH-RAZY, and my kid still managed to be one of those freaky happy children who didn’t cry unless in extreme physical pain, and practically potty trained himself.

debutaunt December 28, 2004 at 11:32 am

My kid is freakishly cute. She knows it to. The killer is when she knows I’m all mad and she will say “mommy!” and I’ll yell “What?” Then she quietly says “I love you.” It’s so cute it’s sick. I was a demon child. I’m prepared for the worst.

Regardless, you and meester will have some scary cute kids.

dania December 28, 2004 at 4:15 pm

Just wait till they whip it out and pee on the couch.

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