How many of you are childfree by choice?

by rebel8 103 Replies latest social relationships

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  LittleToe

  Brooke:

  I am glad you can be happy and loving life with out kids...wouldn't that be very selfish if you took that away from you? Selfish can be looked at many ways!

  Come, come, now, tell it like it is. She's selfish, and a snob
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  whyamihere

  Little toe.......lol

  I guess I need to really S P E L L it out for you!....lol

  What I do not consider mature in my book and my own personal belifes...is Having Sex with someone you meet a hour before and you are drunk not thinking sober. Also, not knowing what his name is the next day.

  I was not willing to do that as my friends were. That is why I did not go Clubbing with them as much as they did!

  Brooke
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  whyamihere

  Brooke:

  I am glad you can be happy and loving life with out kids...wouldn't that be very selfish if you took that away from you? Selfish can be looked at many ways!

  Come, come, now, tell it like it is. She's selfish, and a snob

  You are mean and evil and I love it!

  Brooke
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  LittleToe

  Au contraire:

  I T O U T
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  Crumpet

  What I do not consider mature in my book and my own personal belifes...is Having Sex with someone you meet a hour before and you are drunk not thinking sober.

  So is an hour and a half okay I wonder?

  LT - I'm tempted to bite, but I'm way to much of a snob!
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  LittleToe

  Crumpet:
  Only if you're ready for it

  The question is, what is that comment a reply to?
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  EvilForce

  Hmmm....this thread is like a car accident....just can't turn my head away...
  
  Ok...to the wrath of the board, and to swim over to Crumpet's side of the abyss. Children are really like puppies. They poop and pee everywhere. They destroy Italian leather furniture. Bring home countless illnesses from school to get everyone at home sick. Require unlimited attention. And really just become unpleasant adults.
  
  It's not like it's only one small decsion. Ok, let's squeeze out a brat..... Nope! First it's the kid. Then it's picking out the little snot nosed 6 lb. pink ball of grossness name. Of course there are like 6 "in" names for boys and girls at any given time. So you show up at the first day of kindergarten and there are 4 of each in the class. I mean really folks, instead of a Dillion or an Ethan or Hannah...how about just plain Hethen, or Pukeball, or Cowlick. At least you can keep them straight.
  
  After having the lil "darling", next you need to pick out which car seat you need to buy. This is like shopping for a LazyBoy recliner for the car. The tacky fabrics and cheapness of the molded plastic never goes well with the leather upolstery. You think they'd have a nice Natuzzi leather selection or a chenille or something...but nooooo it's imitation navy velvet with stars and polka dots on them. UGH! When you start talking about how fabrics hide stains well, you know you've died and gone to baby hell.
  
  Of course this assume you've kept your old car. Most newborn's parents launch themselves into an orgasm of idoicy and start talking about "responsibilty". So they trade in the BMW 325 two door for a 8 door Dodge Caravan that seats 12 with auto-opening side doors and rear doors. This feature is needed when ma or pa are loaded down with the baby, 72 lb. diaper bag filled with enough rations to keep a small army supplied, and superflous other baby crap. So instead of driving the "fornicatorium" on wheels they trade it in for the "lesbian bed death" of vehicles.
  
  Where do we shop for this new parcel? Yup you got Pottery Barn Kids, Gap Kids, and Ikea for Noobs. So you load up the family and drive off into vast suburbia to go to "the mall". UGH! Your wife finds this "cute" outfit for the indigent you call "Junior". Of course this outfit costs $ 62 for which "lil Precious" is going to wear exactly two times before out growing. And of course peeing it 4 times and barfing on it once. This garmet of course was made in China by children no older than the one you are buying it for and paid their $ .18 a day labor wage. As you bring your "haul" out to said mini-van you chuckle to yourself that it was a "wise" purchase. I mean how else could you fit all the non-assmbled, particle board, cheap ass Ikea furniture in your car otherwise?
  
  As you drive back to your flat in the city you see a great suburban home for your new family "addition". You and wifey decide there and then that you no longer want to live in the city, but would rather live in the vast waste land of suburbia. Who wants great food and live entertainment when you can have strip malls, chain resturant food, and white picket fences? After all, you need more room for all the accumulating cheap ass furniture you just bought. Besides, you want "lil Einstein" to go to the best schools. Of course you don't realize at the time that the 3 bedroom, garage to the front, no sidewalked - cul de sac'd neighborhood has about as much architechtural interest as a "quick build Kingdumb Hall". You'll figure this out the first time you come home from the pub after 3 beers and can't figure out which is your house since they all look alike and are the same color and layout.
  
  Sometime soon after moving to the "burbs" parents somehow become deaf to children. The little bastard will be screaming and yelling at the grocery store, yet they are some how impervious to their "fingernails on a blackboard" child's scream. But somehow if a random stranger is overhead talking about a new "child rearing technique" those parents can hear from 14 aisles over?!? I don't get it.
  
  Soon your life degrades into fulll-time idolotry. You worship at the altar of "the child". All parties with your friends become "orgies of child worship". You can't carry on conversation without bringing up the latest crackpot theories on how to make Little Jacob / Emma a well adjusted little person. You compare notes with other parents. This is really competition. You need to prove how much better of a parent you are than those crazy Henderson's across the cul de sac. You brag how you have your kid's schedule of activities cross referenced, time stamped, and color coded in an Excel spreadsheet on the refrigerator. You become a white bread Taxi driver for these little ingrates. Andrew has soccer practice at 3:30. Jenna has ballet at 3:45. Christopher has karate at 4:00. Madison has piano lessons at 4:15. You pat yourself on the back because you know every short cut between point A, B, and C.
  
  After running yourself ragged like an amped up retard on Skittles all day you come home to cook a nice meal. Gone are the days of good food. It's now tater tots, hot dogs, and mac and cheese. Ohhhhh the culinary delights of motherhood / fatherhood. After chasing after the children to do their homework, not watch TV, and bathe the little puke monsters you collapse into bed. Nope! No sex! That's for single folks!
  
  So what part of children are really that fun may I ask ?!?!
  
  
  EvilForce - of the Did I Just Say All That Outloud Class?
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  EvilForce

  Mabye the British had it right all along. If you are going to have the little vermin....hire a nanny.
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  whyamihere

  Real Nice EvilForce.

  I do not own nor ever will own a Mini Van!

  My Children are not the sort to scream in stores!

  I do not put my children on an altar! I don't think it is wise to have my kids rule my life and everything I do. I am a Mom but I am a Wife and I am my own person too!

  What you see is not what you get always. You do not have kids so you really can't tell anyone who does or doesn't have kids on what it is really like.

  I was a little shocked and offended by some of your remarks because you make sound so bad. I have a great house nice furniture and my "Little Bastards" are not spoiled on getting $62 outfits they grow out of. My children are respectful and kind. I get many compliments on how well behaved they are.

  Yes it is not a dream life sometimes and it is hard work. I just think my daughter and son are worth more than a Italian Leather couch!

  Brooke
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  144001

  "So what part of children are really that fun may I ask ?!?!"
  
  
  I find the entire experience of being a father to be incredibly rewarding, despite the financial cost and the significant strain it puts on one's time. Yes, we got the minivan, but didn't trade the beemer in to get it. We kept that, and our kids actually like the BMW better than the minivan. Yes, we do compare notes with our other friends who are parents, but none of that is competitive at all; rather, it's helpful as other parents know many things we don't know about local events and school activities.
  
  For certain reasons that I don't care to discuss here, my experience as a parent was incredibly more difficult than the experience is for 99% of the folks out there. In fact, the first year was pure hell, but none of that was the fault of my child. Nevertheless, if I was presented with the opportunity to rethink my decision to become a parent, I'd make the same choice I did before.