Red Mosquito

Rangi Guy wrote:If someone had told me 6 years ago that the most common phrase out my mouth would be 'Do you need to go tiolet?' I would have laughed at them, but here we are

Strat wrote:I realize im just too selfish for kids. I mean, mostly, that i dont want to have to work my job that hard just to keep everything afloat. I'd be a great dad and i would certainly have no problem adjusting my life to raising a kid - other than work.

I like that when work dries up (real estate is often feast or famine) that i dont have to freak out and panic about where the next paycheck might come from. I dont think i could handle that if i had kids.

Good on you moms and dads for figuring it out.

Phew!

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Strat wrote:I realize im just too selfish for kids. I mean, mostly, that i dont want to have to work my job that hard just to keep everything afloat. I'd be a great dad and i would certainly have no problem adjusting my life to raising a kid - other than work.

I like that when work dries up (real estate is often feast or famine) that i dont have to freak out and panic about where the next paycheck might come from. I dont think i could handle that if i had kids.

Good on you moms and dads for figuring it out.

Phew!

everyone thinks they're too selfish to have kids. that's where a lot of anxiety comes from leading up to actually having the kid. but once the kid comes, that's all suspended. you innately go about parenting without letting that selfishness interfere. to be sure, there are those that can't seem to get their shit together. but for the most part, everyone figures it out. you just find new things to be selfish about. you would make a great dad.

Strat wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Strat wrote:I realize im just too selfish for kids. I mean, mostly, that i dont want to have to work my job that hard just to keep everything afloat. I'd be a great dad and i would certainly have no problem adjusting my life to raising a kid - other than work.

I like that when work dries up (real estate is often feast or famine) that i dont have to freak out and panic about where the next paycheck might come from. I dont think i could handle that if i had kids.

Good on you moms and dads for figuring it out.

Phew!

everyone thinks they're too selfish to have kids. that's where a lot of anxiety comes from leading up to actually having the kid. but once the kid comes, that's all suspended. you innately go about parenting without letting that selfishness interfere. to be sure, there are those that can't seem to get their shit together. but for the most part, everyone figures it out. you just find new things to be selfish about. you would make a great dad.

Im speaking strictly with working. I dont want to work that much to keep the money flowing.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:First swimming lesson today. Had to get in myself or it wasn’t going to happen.

Good times trying to get yourself and your kid dried and changed afterwards, before going out into the snow.

We've been doing this for about a year now. The part between getting her out of the pool and into her dry clothes is never not a disaster.

Rangi Guy wrote:Our youngest had her first school visit yesterday. I know that she's more than ready for school. I'm not sure that I'm ready for her to be a school girl yet though

Monkey_Driven wrote:My youngest turns 1 on Friday. How did that happen?