Being OK with other people's kids....

So I've been thinking a lot lately about what it would be like to have kids. I think that now must be the time because I'm almost 30 and isn't that when people are supposed to have kids? Cause after that you're too old? right?

Man I hope not. I love my life. I like quiet evenings and I like not wiping poopy butts 3-4 times/day. I like my cats and I like that sometimes they don't like to be around me....I just don't think kids (at least not for 13 yrs or so) would want that kind of space. I like venturing around without rhyme or reason with my husband and not worrying about nap time or melt downs in the grocery store. I have a hard enough time not melting down in the grocery store myself.

So I'm gonna say that for now, I'm OK with other people's kids. I like the Rowe kids. They're crazy but always a good time. I like my nieces and their adorable smiles and the fact that I am their one and only Auntie. So for now I'll love on other people's kids and then smile happily about the time I spent with them as I walk out the door and head to my cozy apartment for two.