My Purple Hayes Daze

It’s amazing how much we women get asked to report on what’s going on in our pants.  For instance, if you’re child-free, inquiring minds always want to know… Why don’t you have any children yet?  What are you waiting for? And… When are you going to get started? Then when you finally please the annoying masses it’s, Oh!  You only have one child?  Well, you gotta have another. Really, it’s enough to make a girl wanna curse someone out.

You know, I’ve been doing this child-rearing thing for more than a couple of years now.  Three and a half, to be exact.  At first, parenthood was daunting.  The learning curve is steep.  And the tests are all in real time.  So the pressure is certainly on.  Then eventually, with practice, I got used to being called mom and the hard stuff became easier.  But not so easy that I would seriously consider having another kid.

If only the annoying inquiring minds could understand that I’ve got something important in my pants.

Yes, children are lovely and usually go together nicely when paired, but, for me, having another one would be like taking a turn off of this familiar, single-lane road that I have paved…onto a busy, double-lane highway.  There’s more traffic and road rage–and less time for me to pull the lip gloss out of my pants pocket and apply it without compromising my whole look or getting in a wreck.