Birth Control

First of all, let me just say I love my job.  Sometimes, I think I love it too much, and Skyler would probably agree, when I come home telling him all of the funny/happy/wonderful things the kiddies did that day.  One of our kids is a terror at naptime (&, in all fairness, I think she has the right to be. Naptime is suck, when you're two), but lately has been letting me rock her to sleep.  Oh. My. Goodness.  I fall in love.  She gets all drifty and relaxed and then sucks her fingers and ohmyheck I want a baby!  Every time she does that, I go home and tell Sky how perfect she is and how much I love kids and how badly I want to start a family.
However, I'd also like to say that working at a daycare has also been an eyeopener that I am not ready for a baby.  Maybe I already knew that, but I see other girls doing the school/work/family thing and dangit, they still come to class with makeup on!  I consider myself pretty good at holding things together, for the most part, so I figure I can do it, right?!
Nah.
Not at all.
Being in a room with eighteen month to two year olds has taught me to wait to have kids.  It's taught me I want to be a little older, a little wiser, with a little [or preferably lot] more money in the bank.  It's taught me I'm not ready to be a human jungle gym.  I'm not ready to have boogers caked in my bangs every day [true life.] and I'm not ready to constantly have someone saying "Mommy" [or in this case, Ali].  Seriously.  I love those kids, I really do.  But boy, do they have their moments, when four of them are screaming for no apparent reason and another is biting and so then you've got another one screaming who you have to wash their battle wound and another one opening the cupboard doors and another kid is saying "Ali? Ali. ALI? ALI!!!! ALI ALI ALI ALI", and, oh crap, are all the kids in the room? [*Head count*]
It's those moments when I realize that I like being me and Skyler.  I like being just us, and I think we need to have some of that time.  I like being able to just head to Lincoln for a game; no sitter, no planning, just going.  I like that we can stay up late, or crash early, and no one else determines how much sleep I get.  I like that I can take long, selfish showers.  I like not sharing my food with little grubby mooch hands.  I like being almost-newlyweds and having us time and being a teensy bit selfish.
I like that we take care of just each other.  That's not to say I won't eventually want kids, maybe three or four.  But oh my goodness, not today.  People tease us about when we'll start having kids and I always say the same thing: "In ten years."  Maybe true, probably not.  But it'll be a while. & when we do, I will be so happy.
With that, I want to thank the parents of those mischevious, in-to-everything, snuggly, practically perfect, sometimes-cranky, always-up-to-something two year olds.  Because, at least for the next year or two....