sunday??

today around 10 i suddenly remembered my dream from last night. mitch & i were happily knocked up and planned to have a daughter that we had already named sunday. anyone who knows me will understand why this dream is possibly significant.

i have never felt that desire that most women have to be a mother. the thought of those yucky nine months with no alcohol to calm my nerves, the actual process of popping the kid out, then the crying, the diapers, the nights of no sleep,... none of that sounds like a good time to me. i am constantly told that the good outweighs the bad but i am still not convinced.

some days i don't take very good care of myself and i can't even imagine the ways i may find to screw up a child. responsibility is certainly not one of my favorite things and my dear husband has to puke in the kitchen sink when he sees one of the cats cough up a fur ball. not to mention that we both have a serious lack of patience. so many little ones i see out in public appear to need a healthy ass-whooping... this may have a lot to do with my opinions.

i know that i am going against many of my fellow bloggers with this one but i can honestly say that i have seen very few newborns that i actually would consider cute. about the time they hit 2 or 3 the cuteness seems to appear, but then they also get much harder to control.

i do have a few theories on raising children but don't know that i will ever be ready to put them to the test. so i ask you... are these the faces of people that need to nurture a child?