I used to work with children. While working at a pre-school I studied early childhood development. Eventually I tired of the crappy pay and realized that a degree wouldn’t offer me much more so I wandered into being a nanny.
It was okay for a few years but who wants to be a glorified babysitter? Not me. By the end of my nanny stint I was ready to have my uterus seared off. I was NEVER going to use it anyway so it was just going to waste. A bit extreme (even as a joke)? Perhaps, but a few solid kid packed years during your early twenties will do strange things to a girl.
When I started to look for a job outside of the kid realm it was really hard. I had no formal education. Unsure of what I wanted, I registered with a temp agency that helped me find an office job.
I was excited to start my life as an adult. To be around grown ups everyday and not have to wipe a tiny bottom or running nose? Sign me up! Oh, I was SO excited. Only to discover I cannot escape children. I’m like that goddamn *I see dead people* kid, only I see babies.
Babies. Babies EVERYWHERE.
I’m not talking about drug induced delusions of babies crawling on the ceiling. I’m surrounded by people who are having kids. I’m happy for my friends who have kids. But what is it about parenthood that is so all consuming it becomes impossible to have a normal conversation? Not all of my friends are like this, but so many of them are. And why?! Suddenly it’s impossible to talk about anything not related to (baby) pooping, eating, sleeping, daycare, tiny clothes and breast feeding.
If I had a nickel for every time I heard the mention of a baby while I’m at work I would not need my goddamn job.
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