There hasn’t been much happening lately, except the usual. Might as well share my opinions. (If you don’t want to hear it, just skip over this post then. I won’t be offended).
Just to be blunt, I’m not having kids. Matt’s not having kids. Neither of us are having kids. I’m fortunate to have a family that is not pressuring me for kids. Let me be clear though, that I don’t find children the spawn of satan and all things awful. They’re just something that I don’t have a need for. I know kids can be stressful and financially draining, which are additional reasons why I don’t want them.
Putting up with Riley’s antics is stressful enough. He keeps doing stuff he knows he’s not supposed to do, regardless. (Walking on the kitchen countertop, batting at Buddy’s tail, eating Buddy’s food when the cat’s food bowl gets empty). Although he is growing a resistance to not bat at Buddy’s tail, he’s still a little bit to put up with.
We love him so much though, and Buddy can have his moments too (though nothing destructive, thankfully). They’re our kids, and we refer to them as so. They make Matt and I happy. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything at all.
We have the patience and love with our forever four-legged children, and are completely happy with that. For us, grass is not greener when seeing parents have actual children, but it seems to be a minority opinion. That’s my two cents.