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RE: OT/The Joys of Auntiehood

LOL!!!!  ROTFLOL!!!  

Andrea, for some unknown reason, a parent gets to the point where it just
doesn't bother you so much because it is one of your own.  Even when my kids
were little, I could clean a filled, foul smelling diaper or clean up
projectile vomit with no trouble for my girls, but if I babysat someone
else's baby and had to clean up after him or her--choked, gagged, made
faces, got an upset stomach etc.  

Your reaction is perfectly normal.  If you WERE to become a parent, mother
nature would kick in to help you get past the "fun" part of parenting.  

Bonnie (SW OH - zone 5)

-----Original Message-----
From: owner-gardenchat@hort.net [mailto:owner-gardenchat@hort.net] On Behalf
Of Andrea Hodges
Sent: Friday, February 17, 2006 9:09 PM
To: gardenchat@hort.net
Subject: [CHAT] OT/The Joys of Auntiehood

Let me applaud all of you parents out there. I've been wondering off and on
lately if I might change my mind and want to have children. Several things
have pointed me in the NO direction. Tonight, my 10 year old niece and her
best friend came to spend the night with me. I made them chicken alfredo
(Caroline's favorite) for dinner. She told me later that she didn't feel
I gave her pepto and she and her friend went on to play. A few minutes later
she came back in and sat down and said, I still don't feel good, and then
projectile vomited all over the carpet, her shoes, the chair, almost got one
of the dogs. As I sat and stared dumbfounded for a few seconds it continued.

I leapt from my chair to get a towel and eventually the storm passed as I
stood and held her hair out of her face.

I did manage to get her cleaned up, call her mother, and get her AND her
friend packed off to their respective homes.  Then much cleaning ensued.

No, I don't want kids. But I applaud those of you who have managed to
survive parenthood.

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