Brreeeeeeed

Weeeellll, shit. I went back to the motherland to burn the Yule Log and celebrate the flipping over of the Gregorian calendar. And while I was there I checked in with mi hermano y mis padres. Ay, dios mio. Es no bien.
Families are dumb. Like, there is so much hating going on, but at the same time you're feeling bad about it because you know deep down in your heart that these are the only people that are BY LAW obliged to give any kind of a rat's ass if anything happens to you. Ugh. So much shit that I totally cannot be bothered dealing with on any level ever.
I want to have the babies. I do not think this is such a crazy thing for a lady of my years to want. We get to a certain point and our biology is all like, fucking breed, motherfucker! Well, yeah. That is a thing I would quite like to do. Not, like, next week, or anything like that. But within the next three to five years...yes, having a kid is a thing that I think would be an OK thing to happen. I'm not stupid about it. I'm not going to get the next human with a penis to sperminate me and get it all going on.
I'd quite like the breeding process the be a two person activity, right up to at least the eighteenth year. I'd be perfectly capable of being a single mum, but I'd quite prefer to have someone on hand to blame to for anything that went wrong with the wee ankle-biter. And that person would have to be someone with a similar sense of humor, someone I didn't hate with the fire of a thousand suns, y'know? Trouble is, all the dudes I know who fit that description are all like, I don't want to have kids, or oh, I dunno, maybe someday, blah blah blah.
Newsflash, "someday" d-bags...wait those extra years and you're totally going to be popping out a bub with autism or down's. Not that those kids aren't totally worthy of love or whatever, but if you're as lazy as I think you are, parenting a kid with special needs prolly isn't way the fuck up there on your list of priorities. So don't be thinking that just 'cause you're never going to have to go through all the IVF bullshit you can wait 'til you're eighty to mould a set of tiny perfect correctly-chromosomed offspring. Your genetics have the same goddamn use-by date as mine, motherfuckers.