The Old Bag Strikes Back

I’m a woman. I checked recently. Aren’t I supposed to think all children are dears and wish for a pack of my own?

Sometimes I’d still like a couple of kids. Then I have my sister’s little children come visit and I re-think that plan. Maybe it’s just a poor example. Not a great case study. My own kidlets might not be as demanding or self centred? My Mother wouldn’t send me scurrying to fulfill the little darlings ever mere wish. I feel like I’m their personal maid, butler and chef. She even asked me to help Roxanne put on her sock. Rox is 3 and has been putting on her own sock for awhile now. I’m just an old bag with cramps. I need a break. Harness those kids up and let them fetch and carry for me. I’d like another Midol with a fresh coffee and one of those gingersnap cookies on the side.