WOK friends...

I was on the phone last night with my best friend, Amy, and we were just chatting about life. She had called to check in on me, since she's the 'rita girl from the "accidental drunk" post, LOL. We got to talking about what our plans are for the rest of the week, and I told her that I, and my oldest son, Caleb are going to hang out tonight, since Aidan is going to a sleepover, and I don't have to arise at the buttcrack of dawn on Friday. She asked what we would be doing, I told her that Caleb loves to read almost as much as I do, my bedroom walls are lined with bookshelves, and every flat surface has a least one stack that just won't fit anywhere else, so we talk books, just hang.

Then I found myself confessing something to her, that I wouldn't confess to any of my friend's with kids. I enjoy my children more as they get older. Babies are cute, don't get me wrong, but they cry. Scream actually. They poop ALOT. Then they head into the whole toddler phase, which is reason #2, why I don't ever want another child (the pregnancy part being the first. I'm a roller bitch when I'm knocked up, and I feel like shit too). Toddlers, don't have alot going for them. It's all "don't touch that", "please don't wipe boogers on the walls, or on mommy's face", "Please don't crayon on the furniture", "GODDAMMIT, I SAID STOP", that type of thing. ALL day long. They have their cute moments, don't get me wrong, but they can't really hold a conversation, or debate who would win in a death match between Indiana Jones, and Obi Wan. Which, for the record, if Indiana Jones could divide himself up into village children, the way that Gary Oldman did in Bram Stoker's Dracula (but with bats), he's kick Obi Wan's ASS.

I like the fact that my kids are getting old enough to actually TALK to. We eat dinner together most nights, and we can have some really interesting conversations. They actually EAT their vegetables without being strapped down in a highchair and forced to, so you can leave that part out of the table talk. So, we talk politics (which usually ends in a food fight), or about art (Aidan wants to be an artist when he grows up. When pointed out that he already is an artist, since he makes art constantly, he informed me he is also going to be a dentist, to pay his bills, LOL), or religon.

Do you notice there is no mention of boogers or crayons?

I don't really LIKE kids. I love my own, and most days I really dig them, but I am not, by nature, a kid person. I don't walk into a person's house, and head straight for the charming child seated at the table, and try to hold a conversation. She is obviously busy, shoving playdough up Mr.Potato Head's nose.

No, I walk into someone's house, and head straight for the hooch, followed by a cigarette on the back deck.

'Cause I got my OWN kids. And I have to like them. I don't, however, have to talk to other people's children, or even like them. Cause, frankly? Some of the kids I know are little SHITS. Some days, those children are my own.

Why is it, that it seems so...disloyal to say that? Why is it such a big deal to admit, that even though you are a momma, you just aren't that into kids that don't belong to you, and sometimes, it takes effort to be into your own? I'm a person OTHER than a mommy. Really. This doesn't mean I don't love my kids (even now, I'm qualifying what I mean, geesh), it just means I don't want to be the momma all day, everyday. I enjoy just being able to be Danielle with them sometimes.