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Not too long ago, I was pretty sure I heard a voice talking to me deep in the back of my mind. It was a nagging voice, and kind of making me crazy. I soon realized it was my biological clock.
Talk about annoying.
It led to me walk around moping and acting like a damn fool, oohing and ahhing when I saw anything from a cute baby to a poodle running down the street. I cried at silly commercials, and had dreams of how I’d decorate my new nursery. I even found myself smiling and waving at the spoiled children who come into the post office.
What was wrong with me?
Well, I’m happy to say I am cured now. I spent a full day with someone else’s children and yeah… my biological clock must have broke or went on strike. It’s pretty special eye opening having a screaming child that isn’t your own running around pissing you off. And you know what? I’m not very patient with other people’s children. Two minutes of coloring really made me want to run outside and drown myself in a puddle of water. By the end of the day I was so eager to get home to my own family, and that desire to expand it was long gone. I felt so very relieved.
Don’t get my wrong, the girls were adorable. I have pictures to prove it. And they were friendly and sweet. And oh so cuddly. And they spoke in that soft little girl voice. Awwww. But no. Even with all that, the desire is gone. They killed it. Took it down a back alley somewhere and kicked the shit out of it.
So, the moral of the story is never listen to your biological clock. I know I won’t ever again.
Well, I hope I won’t.
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