If I wasn't committed to raising an army of megalomaniacal poodles, I'd consider having a kid at 40. But the poodles require my service.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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I don't really have a bucket list. I wouldn't mind doing some traveling. I've written a novel which was something I wanted to do. Suddenly I seem really dull.
Suddenly I seem really dull.
You're raising kids! Which is important work, if not glamorous.
I wouldn't feel safe giving birth to a kid at 38
JZ was 38 when she had Matilda. EM was 39 when she had Emmett.
So I'm trying to have some sort of vision for 45.
Two of our good friends were EXACTLY as you are at your age. One gave up on America and went off to Ireland to do theater. Met the guy she married when she got there. Had a terrible time having kids, but finally had a son at age 45, who is now the coolest 5-year-old ever. Her BFF had no real long-term relationships at all until three years ago at the age of 43. She met a guy at work, romance happened and now they are married with a baby girl.
It can happen. Both of these women had TOTALLY GIVEN UP in love or kids and --bang-- there it was.
If I wasn't committed to raising an army of megalomaniacal poodles, I'd consider having a kid at 40. But the poodles require my service.
I love you. And any megalomaniacal poodles you might raise. That is all.
Also, why the hell doesn't our spellchecker recognize megalomaniacal as a word? God damn it.
A good friend had twins at 44. Everyone is healthy and happy.
I'd like to find love again, but I think I'll be okay if I don't. I just know that I am a better me when I have male energy in my life...but...I'm not willing to compromise much to get it, so perhaps unlikely. Maybe undeserved.
.but...I'm not willing to compromise much to get it
Why? Relationships are pretty much all compromise. (Not necessarily of principle, but...)
I keep hoping one of those "and then just when she though she wouldn't meet anyone..." stories will be me someday.
Olivia just came in and asked me if I could "tell her the story of Jewish people--the WHOLE thing" tonight at bedtime.
HAH! She knows better than the abridged story? I can't wait to hear what she has to say about it.
I think the airplane food was bad or something--my tummy is very unhappy right now. The good thing, though, is that I'm home several hours earlier than planned. And my house is actually fairly neat, thanks to a frantic cleaning spell late Saturday night when people were coming over. I do have a CRAPTON of stuff to do tomorrow, though, both work and personal, in order to be ready to leave at some ungodly hour Thursday (still haven't figured out how I'm getting to the airport--it's a $50 cab ride at 5:30AM, but parking there is expensive, so...hmm)
To be clear, when I say "compromise" I mean that I'm not willing to date a dude with sketchy hygiene and isn't sure if the earth revolves around the sun.