It's 6:55 on a Friday night. Do YOU know where YOUR kids are?

There are many reasons I'm happy I did not procreate: I like having my independence; I have no patience for constant whining and those with the inability to understand logic and reason; I like my stuff the way it is, free from grubby fingerprints and destructive forces...mostly I'm happy because I have one less thing to worry about.

Now you may be thinking, Jesus, this girl's a monster! Who doesn't love kids!? I do, really; I spent two years pursuing a diploma in Human Services to work in the public school system with children with disabilities, then went on to complete my undergraduate degree in Child and Youth Studies. It's not that I hate children; I just feel my talents are better suited to an older population, specifically 18+ (though after the last 9 days of sitting in a room for final exams with this population, I'm not really a fan of anyone at any age - I'd prefer to crawl into a cave and hibernate for a while, socialization-free). 

After hearing the news of the shooting in Connecticut today, I'm even more thankful I do not have any children - I can't imagine how parents around the world are currently worried sick over this whole ordeal, imagining how it could have been their children, at their school. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I'm already anxious and crazy enough without having to worry about things like that - having a fish is more than enough responsibility for me, thank you very much. The most I have to worry about with her is whether or not I fed her today, or that she might die while I'm away and stink up my apartment. That's about all I can handle. 

I should go check on my "kids" for today; I'm pleased to announce that today is the last day of final exams, and I shall be released back into the wild in a mere two and a half hours (though I'm really hoping that they'll finish up early - mama needs a nap). Until next time...