my take on being a mother from a woman who asked her pediatrician for ahystorectomy: part 1

I helped out at a daycare when I was in high school and college to make some extra money. It was kinda an awesome job when I didn't have to clean, I basically got paid to play, and it was really a great deal. For the most part I worked with the after school kids which could ran between the ages of 5-12 but I don't think while I worked there I ever had a kid over the age of 8, which was great, because around the age of 10 kids become complete douche bags!

For one summer though, I requested to spend my time working in "the baby room" which housed children from 6 weeks old (yup people you can put your child in daycare earlier than you can take home a puppy!) right on up to 2 years old, or 24 months as a lot of the parents liked to identify their little bundle of joys buy how many months it had been since they made their triumphant decent through their mothers vagina. Aging your children by months after they are a year old generally bothers me, just because I personally think its kind of stupid, no one cares that specifically how old your snot factory is. It also really pisses me off when I ask how old your kid is and I have to do some short division to figure out how old they are

"Aww what a cute external parasite you have, how old is it?"

"SHE will be 54 months next Thursday at 538 in the afternoon."

(That's four and a half for those of you who were trying to figure it out).

Here's my thing, kids are great, they are silly, they are imaginative, they don't give a flying fuck what you think about them, I aspire to be a four year old on a regular basis, but no matter how cool little Susie or Johnny are, THEY ARE NOT THE FIRST CHILD THAT HAVE EVER EXISTED!! Yea some kids are a little weird and have that "I hate the world" gene develop early in life and become either loners or bullies, but like 97% of four year old children, are the fucking shit! For the reasons I stated above, but parents need to realize this, and not try to make it sound so impressive that little Ja'quim can shit with out wearing it in a his plastic pantie container because he's 68 months, he better be potty trained, he's almost 6 years old lady!

So this Post kind of got away from me, so that is why it's now called "my take on being a mother from a woman who asked her pediatrician for a hysterectomy: part 1"

I'll get to my original point tomorrow :-)