Confessions

My "dirty little secrets" if you will.

I don't like most OPK (other people's kids), even some children of dear friends.

The only reason I cried when my kids started school was that it meant I was old enough to have school-aged children.

I like my children more as they get older. And I never wanted them to stay little; I find my teenagers great.

I like cats; dogs don't interest me. I respect that other people love their dogs, but they're not for me.

I do, however, hate to hear of dogs being abused in any way.

I love my children more than anything in the world, but motherhood does NOT define me. I define myself, thank you.

Even as a child sitting in church, I did not believe. I tried to, I wanted to, but I just don't. Sometimes I wish I could be Christian and fit in better with the current state of this country. Then I remember who I am.

I admire women (and men) who are childless by choice and have the guts to say so and not fake infertility, even to make relatives feel better.

If you don't have an opinion of your own, I'll gladly give you mine (but I suspect you know that already).

When you're reading this and wondering if your child is one that I don't like, the answer is, "Of course not. I love _______. It's everyone else's kid I'm talking about."

I absolutely loathe country music, unless it's a party song like Friends In Low Places. The rest of it makes me want to puke.

Secretly, although I don't feel it's strictly necessary, I'd almost, kinda, sorta like to be married again, as long as it's third time's a charm and not 3 strikes and you're out.