Right. Today, I realized that I don't want to have kids running around my house; I don't want to clean up messes besides mine; I don't, and I mean I don't, want to ever worry about what I'm supposed to make for lunch.

I was stuck baby sitting my two cousins today. I was tagged (by my mom) to make dinner for the day. I was also tagged (now by my dad) to do some grocery shopping.

Everything was going well until every movie I tried putting on for my cousins was a movie they've already seen. Attention span. Boredom. Imagination. Games. Oh, good lord.

Rice crispies on the floor, scarves all over the place and whiny kids were enough to drive me over the edge.

And then OMFG 4PM came which meant it was time for me to make dinner.

I put on the Nutcracker on the DVD and make my way to the kitchen. I'm slicing and dicing away for ten minutes and when I come back to the living room it looks like... *theme from Psycho*

I could clean up after these stupid children or I could let my family go hungry. Ah, hello?

So I was mix-mix-mixing the vegetables and my hand starts bleeding. Oh, what fun! I had this burn on my knuckle from when I hit the caliente empanada tray. Anyway, I guess my skin broke again when I was exposed to heat from cooking.

I went on emotional shut-down. I honestly can't tell you every detail of what I did after I saw my hand bleed. Whiny little children, unbelievable messes and a bleeding hand will drive anybody crazy.

So yeah.

I'm never having kids. I'm never getting married. I'm never going to give up the solitude of my den.

Never, baby.

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kitten posted @ 11:44 PM