Reasons #9a and #9b
February 12th, 2009
Other kids.
Other parents.
February 9th, 2009
My female cat is driving me bat-shit crazy. She barely gives me time to sit down before she up in my lap, crashing her bony little forehead against whatever part of my body she can reach. She climbs up my chest, she natters on at me. Mew, mrr, brrrpt? Pfft, I don’t speak cat, you annoying little thing. All I want to do is lock her in the bathroom.
Now imagine all that, but worse. “Mommy? Can I have a cookie? Pick me up! I’m booooored. I spilled milk all over. I’m supposed to have 2 dozen cookies for class by tomorrow morning.” If I locked a kid in the bathroom I’d have DHS all over my ass. If I shoved a kid off my lap, or nudged him/her aside with my foot, I’d get horrible comments rained down on my head.
To be perfectly clear, I’m very nice to my cats – even when I want to see if my apartment is big enough to swing a cat in. The point is that I’m not always sticky-sweet, lovey nice to my cats. I have occasionally ignored them, or brandished the squirt bottle at them. I bit Pudge (the female cat) on the foot once, but that was only to stop her from nibbling on my toes.
It isn’t anger that drives this; more like frustration. However, we all know that frustration can quickly blossom into anger and that’s when the bad shit happens.
February 4th, 2009
You and your wife both have cousins that are mentally disabled. The chances of having a tart must go up.
Ed – minor punctuation edits have been made to this reader submission.
This post was submitted by JewFro.
February 4th, 2009
Anger. When one makes the decision to have a kid, one signs oneself up for a lifetime of – wait, going to start over.
When the decision is made to have a child, you sign yourself up for a lifetime of moments where you are going to be so fucking angry that you will want to do something awful. Think about your life now – your life as a childless person. Right now, you have the freedom to scream and smash things if you are seriously angry. You can break windows, punch walls, claw at your face, etc. When there is a kid in the mix, those things are NOT such a good idea.
Having a kid makes you responsible for the well-being of another person. By making the decision to procreate, you imply that you are going to do your level best to be a mostly rational, reasonable human being. I prefer to retain my right to be irrational without mentally fucking up some poor ankle-biter.
January 28th, 2009
Snow days. It’s fine when your kids are old enough to look after themselves, but what happens when they are too young to be alone and there isn’t anyone to stay with them? What if you can’t take the day off work?