Seems everybody is having babies. Everywhere you look you see another pregnant woman and millions of tiny people running around with snot hanging from their noses. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE children. At times, I consider myself one. I just find that most of the people my age are living life in a zombie-like, sleep deprived state of being due to these little beings that occupy their every moment. And I find myself being everybody’s favorite Aunt, which means I get to babysit, wear stain resistant clothes, and start every conversation with “Sweetheart”, “Baby”, or “Don’t Do That!”. I used to regard my friends as fairly intelligent beings… but now it’s all about the best preschools, mommy-and-me yoga, play dates, and discussions on what not to say in front of the children.
Obviously, I don’t have children. I have lots of experience with them… maybe that’s why I don’t have them. Do cats count? If so, I have 2 feline babies and I didn’t gain a pound in the process. Now that’s being smart, sweetheart!