Mamahood’s tagline isn’t “The only kids I like are my own” for nothing. The truth of the matter is, I am not a kid person. I never have been. I remember being a kid and wanting to be a teacher when I grew up. Then I reached 5th grade and realized what little bastards most kids were, and said no fucking way. When I got a little older I swore I’d never have kids. After I met Dan I changed my mind and realized I’d want one child, but no more than that. Then we got pregnant with Alyssa (unexpectedly). When she got to be close to a year old I knew I wanted a second, and we had our second – Ryan. But once I got pregnant with him I knew for an absolute certainty that I was done having children. I was so certain that I had a tubal ligation the day that Ryan was born (for tubal ligations c-sections are quite convenient – everything is right there! I may have told the doctor to rip those suckers out, or at the very least, tie them up tight with teflon hose). Four and a half years and one pregnancy scare later we were still certain, so Dan had a vasectomy.
Is it weird to be a mother and not like kids? I mean, I like my kids, and I like my friends’ kids (Amanda has a five year old daughter, Sophie, who Alyssa and Ryan enjoy playing with). But overall, I don’t like kids. Preschools make me shudder. Chuck E. Cheese gives me a headache before I even get there. Daycare providers are fucking saints that should make triple digit salaries each year.
Oh, and my dirty not-so-secret secret? I love when my kids are at school. Because I work from home, because I’ve been at home with my kids full-time since Alyssa was 18 months old, I don’t miss them when they’re gone. 
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I thought I was the only one!! I LOVE my kids. Can’t stand other people’s brats. Want to just beat nearly everyone of their little asses til they can’t sit down. And mostly it’s because of their parents. I know this…still I don’t want them around me. Yet, I still have a houseful most times. Thank God they mostly stay in my son’s room with the XBOX 360!