More than meets the eye...

Ok. I'm 33. And that 'ol biological clock of mine is ticking louder than Big Ben. But there are times when it is SO silenced. Obviously, any weekend trip to Megalow mart is one of those times. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the screaming kids there on a Sunday afternoon shrivel three or four hundred of my eggs each time I hear them.

Spending more than a few hours with my nephews is definitely one of those times as well. I love those little boys, would step in front of some fast moving thing for them, but DAMN they can wear me out. Sometimes, it is the little stuff. The fighting, snotty noses, awful manners and behaviour when out in public. Other times it is the stuff that tells me that I am just not prepared for parenthood. I was watching Transformers with the boys tonight and noticed the little one squirming and holding himself. I asked if he had to pee. He did not. He told me that his junk was sticking up so he had to keep pushing it down. Super. I just sort of ignored it until he started a rocking motion. At that point, I plopped him down on my dad's lap and pretended that I had to pee. How the hell are you supposed to handle that? I can barely resign myself to a world where I ever think about adult masturbation-how to deal with a 4-year-old doing it is well beyond my prudish mind.

I tend to think that there is a reason that little brother was introduced in to my life aside from my parent's obvious lack of family planning. In some ways, he really filled that hole that might exist for me regarding kids of my own. Guess almost 14 years in age gap can do that. He prepared me for a lot in terms of what to expect and knowing whether or not I really want to get in to this. Of course, I don't think I ever caught him wacking off to the Transformer's movie while sitting on my lap. Sometimes, life is just super.