Daycare providers aren't around on weekends.

Toilet training! Another EXCELLENT reason to avoid parenthood, and I'm not even kidding.

My BFs 3 year old daughter often wants me to be the one to take her to the bathroom. I have had to drawn the line at poo. Crazy aunts don't do poo.

idek, amyth. I went from "OMG, I'm about to be fined heavily for not having insurance" to "should I tell him that I shotgunned once in college and it freaked me out"?

I cannot tell you how relieved I am to have power. I was in such a serious bad mood about the state of affairs, I almost bailed on dinner with the neighbors (but I'm really glad I went after all, though I probably wasn't stellar company.)

My two gallons of peaches needed to be cooked up and I knew I wasn't going to get around to it, so I gave them to my neighbor who was planning on making up some stewed fruits and syrups tonight. We'll split the results of her cooking and I'll get some new fresh peaches for fall freezing.

I've always known I'd be a very good parent. I adore kids and interact with them well, even as disciplinarian. But I don't really want to be a parent. I'm good with that. I don't know how not to be single and I don't have any desire to change that.

ION, LIGHT! FROM THE GLASS BULBS! RADIO! FANS!

ION, LIGHT! FROM THE GLASS BULBS! RADIO! FANS!

I'm still excited about it and it's been two days! My friend who STILL has no power is here now using some of mine. I'm so happy to be able to share!

I toilet trained myself when I was 18 months old. I'd expect any child of mine to do the same, dagnabbit!

I know intellectually that it's okay to not want to have kids. I know intellectually that it doesn't make me a failure as a woman or a human. But the way it *feels*...FAIL.

I am very sorry it makes you feel like that. I knew EARLY (like, around 5 or 6 years old) on that I didn't want kids. I love kids. If I am having a crap day, time with Princess Tickybox cheers me up. But I don't want any of my own. I'm too selfish about my time and my stuff, and I know that.

Daycare providers aren't around on weekends.

I feel somehow deeply ashamed, because, my hand to God, we really did neither jack nor shit to potty train her. Her daycare provider did it all M-F 8-6, starting when Matilda was younger than I would even have thought of starting, and then one evening when Hec picked Matilda up she said, "Oh, maybe you should get her a training potty for your place. I think she's ready."

An angel straight from God, that woman is. Clearly, the solution for any Buffista who's on the fence about kids but put off by the prospect of toilet training is to move to San Francisco (of course, moving to San Francisco is the default solution for a myriad of Buffista issues [except for Buffistas like Emily S and tommyrot, who just need to move back to San Francisco]).

My brother and sister in law have very deliberately chosen not to have kids (and to lead a super cool simple life) that is awesome. They love their nieces and nephews but just wanted the life they built. I think it is an awesome and enviable choice.

Fair warning that I am totally irrational because of alcohol consumption.

I am nowhere where I thought I'd be at this stage in my life. I'm ordinary. I haven't made a real difference in the world. I'm about to start a job I'm dreading and on the verge of detesting. I'm not a mom. I have a husband who insists on pursuing his own dreams to the exclusion of mine, which led to the taking of said job because we need to pay the fucking bills, and oh yeah, he may be dying. Life's a fucking blast.

Carry on.

Yes, one of the reasons I don't have pets is because I refuse to live with anything that doesn't know how to use and flush the toilet on its own.

I have heard that you can train cats to use the toilet. I am just saying.

Yay for electricity and potty training!