I didn't get home from skating and hanging out until 4:15 a.m. I am beat. But I made sure to wake up and call my mom this morning. I don't want to feel the wrath. ESPECIALLY since I didn't get to mail the Mother's Day cards for her and my grandma. It's been a crazy week. She's doing the usual - headed to the Mother's Day brunch with family. I wish I could be there.
I often wonder if I'm going to be someone's mom one day. I'm getting too old to be popping out children. Not old in general, but old in "child bearing years." My nieces and nephews are getting so big now. If I do have any kids, their cousins will be so much older than them. Right there I'm already relegated to have at least 2, so they have someone to play with. Ugh. I don't know if I have the patience, either. At least once a week I want to lay the smack down on somebody's random kid acting a fool in public. I miss the good ol' days, when the village really did raise the child, and kids knew how to respect all the adults around them. I already know that if I do have kids, I'll be the mean/strict mother of the neighborhood...sort of like my mom was. But hey - at least their little friends will know that I don't play!
I'm not going to put a time limit on this thing...and I don't have a biological clock ticking...but I just wonder sometimes what the future holds.