I don't want children anymore. I want to go back to the days when I was only responsible for myself, when no one depended on me to take care of their every need. When I didn't have to worry and wonder and stress over EVERY insignificant detail of their lives. And that's only the trivial stuff.
Now let's factor in the BIG stuff. Like leaving a restaurant after lunch with your family only to have your oldest son dart out into traffic and come about 6 inches from the front bumper of a moving car. Or rushing your, again, oldest son to the ER in the middle of the night because he sounds like he's struggling for every breath he takes (respiratory infection.) OR, my personal favorite, leaving your kids in the care of a "capable" adult while you and your husband steal a much needed lunch alone, only to come home to find your deck on fire (check out the photos.) Thank you, kind neighbors, for noticing and letting us know. Fifteen minutes later and the house would've been burning, too. This was all in the past 6 days. Imagine what the next 50 or 60 years could bring. I don't always like being a parent. It hurts too much sometimes.