My biological clock strictly wants kids, perhaps because I am allergic to furry creatures, making me want to run from them more than anything. Even when I am babysitting G and he is being a complete brat, the clock keeps ticking.

De-tachable pe-nis

Semi-skimmerson.

Double your congratulations, Rick!

My parents had 4 kids then started adopting until they'd reached 16. While I admire their desire to help kids who needed help, my personal experience has been that no parent can give enough love and attention to that many kids.

I once thought I wanted kids but I knew I wasn't mature enough when I reached the age at which my mom gave birth to me. Then, with time, I realized I wasn't mature enough partially because of some serious dysfunction in my family. I realized I really had better not have kids unless I wanted to keep that dysfunctional cycle going. I know I made the right decision. Honestly, it's taken me an ungodly time to try to get my own shit together and try to re-parent myself. It's still a work in progress.

Sorry the pediatrician's office is full of bungholes, Miracleborns.

Another thing I've noticed about Pennsylvania, or at least this part of it: people here are really, really nice. When I was going to all the different offices on campus, there were a bunch of times that I had to stop and look at a map or directory quizzically, and every time, someone came up to me within about five or ten seconds to ask if I needed help.

My parents had 4 kids then started adopting until they'd reached 16.

Wow.

16, that's a lot of kids.

{{miracleborns}} Parenting is tough stuff.

My parenting attempt on a one on one basis this summer has been a complete and utter failure. I drop Brendon at the airport Saturday. I feel like I am giving up, but I don't have anything left to try. He has to go forth and succeed or fail on his own now. The only thing that is keeping me from being devastated and brokenhearted is that I am depleted of emotion at this point.

It is good to hear things are going well, Hil. Don't know exactly where you are, but when I lived in Pittsburgh I had continuous positive experiences with the locals. Loved that place. If it had an ocean I would have stayed forever.

Boo for cloud cover. Want to watch meteors!

{{{Laura}}} Best of luck to Brendon, I know you've done all you could for him. I hope he figures his way out sooner rather than later.

(((Laura))) He--and you--have all my wishes for sudden sense on his part, and some peace of mind on yours.

Thank you for the shoulder. I do know that he will get his act together; I just don't know how long it will take. He is gifted with many talents. Blah. I just need to focus on stuff I have some actual control over.

Ah, Laura, I am so sorry. It must be incredibly frustrating and difficult.