Apr
6
Don’t Know Nothin’ ’bout Birthin’ No Babies!
You know, for the last few months or so, I’ve been getting a little extra pressure from the Mother Person to give her grandbabies. I love kids. Adore them even. Well, when they’re well-behaved anyway, though those are harder to find these days *sigh.* In fact, despite better judgment, I really want to have one of my own one day. The world will need future erotica writers, after all! No pressure E.D., Jr, wherever you are.
It just pisses me off that the old woman keeps trying to convince me that the time is now because she’s ready to be a grandmother. How is that fair? A kid isn’t some sort of accessory, at least last time I checked. It’s to be taken seriously and in my own damn time. No matter how many times I tell her I’m not quite at a place where I feel ready for children. Some day, but not right now.
I’m just saying….
Everyone asks when I’m going to be a grandma. You know, because The Boy has been married for 2 years. They promise NO grandchildren, which is fine-and-dandy with me. In fact, I dread the opposite of your situation… that they decide they DO want kids, forcing me to grandma-hood against my will. Oh, the humanity!
