Always on Sunday...

Brodie had his first sleepover last night. I had my first sleepover last night.

It wasn't bad, but let me say something... this is horrible of me, but I don't like other people's kids. Not really. I don't know, maybe the babies my friends are having will be different, maybe with me being there from the beginning and holding them when they're tiny (I can't wait. Babies!!) will soften my resolve. It's not that they are bad children; far from it. It's just that Brodie is my son, and I've invested 6 years in training him to survive in my household. Other children do not understand my quirks, and they inadvertantly do things that bug the crap out of me. They're children and they can't be faulted for it... but whenever kids come over, I'm always looking forward to the time when they leave.

I'm just a bitch. A mean, nasty bitch.