Wanna hear something funny?



I went to college to be an art teacher... yup. me.



For those of you that know me now, I'm sure you're making that 'say whaaaat?' face.



Not just because I can no longer draw a stick figure, but because I'm (ahem) not very good with children.



Yup, it's true. I'm not quite sure where or when it happened. I used to LOVE kids. I used to babysit, coach, hang out with and just enjoy being around kids. Now.... not-so-much.



Don't get me wrong... I love my kids. I love my kids friends. I love my friends' kids.



But the rest of 'em????? Oh sweet Jesus.... I don't have the strength for them.



Now, I know that if this blog 'falls into the wrong hands' it has the potential of making me a social pariah.



'What?' 'You don't like kids, you say"

'What kind of a monster are you, anyway?'

'You should be banished to a 'loft' downtown'

'How can you not LOOOOOVE children?"



I'm guessing it's a lot like that Bill Cosby skit that has Jeffrey.... 4 years old... on a plane.. if you don't know it, look it up... it's freakin' hysterical.



Today, I spent most of the day watching other peoples' kids. By choice? No. By necessity? maybe. Because I felt like someone had to? Yes.



I wish I could just let other people parent the way they do and not worry about it. But instead, I take it ALL on. The 'what if's' and the 'Where did they go' and the 'Is he okay' and the 'who's gonna buy him ice cream when everyone else on the street has it, and no adult is here to give him money..." yada, yada, yada.



This 'responsible adult' thing really sucks.